Lyrics

Tearing Down The Palace
Lyrics and Music by Woody Russell / ©℗ 2017, Woody Russell, Cats Up The Street Music, ASCAP

They’re tearing down the palace
The king can no longer pay
And that’s quite alright with us
He is not a good king anyway
They’re tearing down the palace
Nobody 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 men with their empty pockets raise a glass by firelight
They’re tearing down the palace tonight

Sure enough, they’re tearing down the palace
The gardens are overgrown
The hearth is cold and the walls are bare
No ghost would call it home

So, return that stolen water
And feed that poor man’s dry land
One day we’ll set a fine table with a harvest
From that same farmer’s hand
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’re tearing down the palace
The king can no longer pay
And that’s quite alright with us
He is not a good king anyway

Let them tear down the palace