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Tearing Down The Palace


They are tearing down the palace

The king, he can no longer pay

And that’s quite alright with us

He is not, not a good king anyway


They are tearing down the palace

Not one soul would claim the deed

Nobody wants a memento

From the house built of greed


And mothers with hungry babes rejoice at the sight

And the men with their empty pockets raise a glass by firelight

They’re tearing down the palace tonight


Sure enough, they are tearing down the palace

The gardens are all overgrown

The hearth is cold, the walls are bare

No ghost would call it home


So, return that stolen water and feed that poor man's dry land

And one day we’ll set a fine table with a harvest from that same farmer’s hand

And we'll share a meal where once a palace was turned to sand


And mothers with hungry babes rejoice at the sight

While the men with their empty pockets raise a glass by firelight


They are tearing down the palace

The king, he can no longer pay

And that’s quite alright with us

He is not, not a good king anyway

Let them tear down the palace

He wasn't a good king anyway

So they're tearing down the palace

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