Patrick Dodd

///Crumbling Empire Suite

Crumbling Empire

by Patrick Dodd

Patrick Dodd
11/30/-0001
Patrick Dodd
Patrick Dodd
11/30/-0001

Lyrics

Final Stroke The joker stared at the smoking ruins He watched the flames grow higher He took a big long drink of his summer wine And whispered “Lord I love a good fire” He turned to the thief and said Come on we got to go down town You see I promised I would meet them there When the final stroke went down He tucked a golden fiddle underneath his chin He dragged lightning across the strings He said I hope I’m not out of place But I’m in the mood for swing You see the flames of a crumbling empire Is the biggest rush I’ve ever found So pardon me if I feel like dancing While that final stroke goes down A pharise with a golden cross Jumped up to block his way The joker said don’t you mess with me boy Can’t you tell that this is my day Man I bet you were stone surprised To hear my name on the trumped sound You never thought I’d be the second coming Of the final stroke going down The queen of diamonds was so deep in hock She had to give the boy the last of her jewels The joker said I knew it would come to this Girl you been running round with fools And all your high toned gamblers Took your diamonds and they lit out of town Leaving you to dance with me As the final stroke goes down The joker walked up to the President And said boy did you get fooled All this talk about exporting democracy Now won’t you tell me who got schooled Seems you had a choice between sink or swim And I believe you choose to drowned So pardon me if I step outside And watched the final stroke going down The joker left the burning building He took a big long drink of the air He said the fires almost done its work You can smell the changes everywhere Ain’t nothing left to do except to release the hounds But then that’s always been my favorite part Of the final stroke going down

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Lyrics

L     Occupy America    D

Words and music by Patrick Dodd

 

It started in New York City

Spread like a flame across the land

Workers tired of hard times

Mad enough to finally take a stand

We are the hands that make this country run

Without us not one thing gets done

Time to Occupy America it’s time to bring it home

 

We’re tired of Wall Street lies

Sayin’ Workers ain’t worth decent pay

Tired of off shore labor deals

Tired of seein’ good jobs shipped away

We’re the hands that make this country run

Without us not one thing gets done

Time to Occupy America it’s time to bring it home

 

Chorus:

Won’t you stand?

Oh won’t you stand?

Won’t you take a million workers by the hand?

Won’t you stand?

Oh won’t you stand?

Time to Occupy America cause this here’s labors land

Yes I will stand

Yes I will stand

I will take my friends and neighbors by the hand

Yes I will stand

Yes I will stand

Time to Occupy America cause this here’s labors land

 

In cities large and small

The Workers cried we will not fade away

We are marching toward a better world

So are children can get jobs with decent pay

We are the hands that make this country great

We will turn it round it’s not too late

Time to Occupy America it’s time to bring it home

We are tired of Wall Street profits

Costin’ us our good jobs and our homes

And with the millions that are standin’ tall

We know that none of us are in this fight alone

We are the hands that make this country great

We will turn it round it’s not too late

Time to Occupy America it’s time to bring it home

 

Chorus:

Won’t you stand?

Oh won’t you stand?

Won’t you take a million workers by the hand?

Won’t you stand?

Oh won’t you stand?

Time to Occupy America cause this here’s labors land

Yes I will stand!

Yes I will stand!

I will take my friends and neighbors by the hand!

Yes I will stand!

Yes I will stand!

Time to Occupy America cause this here’s labors land.

 

Repeat till the boss hears you!

Patrick Dodd
11/30/-0001

Lyrics

No Room For Caesars’ They had laid the breath of life Upon the burning alter But still they found the fruit bittersweet But God looked down from heaven And She cried are you surprised When all you lay is blood here at my feet You thought that you were able To read me through your fable So you killed across my garden in my name And in your quest for liberty You sent a billion souls to me But tyrants I will always judge the same And when the winds of Empire Have blown you to the grave Should I open up my arms to you Are you worthy to be saved My heavens filled with children You killed along the way I have no room for Caesars This is judgment day You mouthed your empty platitudes And hid your bloody hands While the garden I had given you Turned to barren land The innocent among you You crushed beneath your heels And you want me to love you Though I swear you’re made of steel Your kings and Caesars chased their greed While my planet cried in need And in your arrogance you told me That you knew my plan But I am just a mystery You wrote out of your history A matriarchal circle You will never understand And when the winds of Empire Have blown you to the grave Should I open up my arms to you Are you worthy to be saved My heavens filled with children You killed along the way I have no room for Caesars This is judgment day And when they bury Caesar In his robes of silk and lace He will stand in regal innocence Demanding final grace I’ll be in no mood to bargain He had every chance you see To break the chains that he must wear Through all eternity Repeat Chorus

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