In the rue des blancs-manteaux
They raised a wooden stage
Threw some bran in a basket
And there was the scaffold
In the rue des blancs-manteaux

In the rue des blancs-manteaux
The executioner rose at dawn
He had a job to do
He must chop the generals, bishops and admirals too
In the rue des blancs-manteaux

Into the rue des blancs-manteaux
Came the well-bred women
With their precious jewels
But the heads they turned them
Rolling from on high
Heads stuck in their hats

In the gutter of the blancs-manteaux

• A Man
• Abel & Cain
• In Your Bed
• Incestuous Love
• Lost Paradise
• My Little Lovers
• Remorse of The Dead
• Rues Des Blancs-manteaux
• Secret Child
• The Slave
• Undress Me
• Yesterday when I Was Young