Fallen To Greed - Honeycut

The king sits on a throne

The king sits all alone

At the snap of a finger

The kingdom grows bigger

The king sits on a throne

That the merchant and banker own

At the snap of his finger

Their kingdom grows bigger

Miss Justice she can preach

She’s the jester on a leash

She jumps on the table

Proceeds with a fable

Cheered by the people

Miss Justice on a leash

Has no choice but to preach

A fable of conquest

At the king’s request

Bugles were sounding through the land

But they never ever sounded so sad

The king says he brings the sun

At the tip of his gun

We’ll do as he bankrolls

Up in the barrens

Can you really bring the sun

At the point of a gun?

Or do I see bankrolls

Fueling the missiles

Soldier you got to know

What you’re dying for

It’s the merchant and the banker

Who sent to your maker

Brother you got to know

What you’re killing for

It’s the merchant and the banker

Who pulled your trigger

Bugles were sounding through the land

But they never ever sounded so sad

Bugles are buried in the sand

Graveyard, sound the bell

For all the men who fell

The epitaphs read

«Fallen to greed»

Graveyard, sound the bell

For someone else as well

The jester was buried

Fallen to greed

Fallen to greed