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Fall Of The American Empire Lyrics - Year Of The Crow - State Radio

Did you get the invitation? 

The Swan song of a nation 

Everyone's waitin' for you inside 

 

We got soda pop and hickory stills 

Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles 

And Sally makin' you feel alright 

 

All the baroness and her bayonets 

The mad hatter hedgin' bets 

Against the good judgment 

Of the swingin' king 

 

'Cause it's the fall 

Of the American Empire 

But don't you worry honey 

You didn't miss a thing 

 

Juiced up dignitaries gettin' loose like Thelonious did 

We got our own sanctimonious kid 

And he could suck the diamond off a diamond ring 

 

Just send in the farmers in the national guard 

We'll be in the war room gettin' hard 

Just wear your dress blues 

You know you look so damn dashin' 

 

Don't be shy, Sally won't bite you 

'Cause she got her pants on fire 

She got a rabbit baby callin' your name 

 

Fall of the American Empire 

It should've been all right, should've, should've 

But me I'm just workin' a sound bite 

Just rollin' my smokes tight 

You know they said it was all right, all right, all right 

 

'Cause Lucy's in the nude 

With nothin' left to lose 

Except them thigh high kiss 

The sky American boots 

 

Sally got dirty with a senator's son 

You know the one from Massachusetts 

She was pleased to come his advances 

He was a man of wealth and taste 

 

But she got so cut up by the man who would not stop 

Thought all she needed was love 

But it was like nothin' she thought 

And when Lucy came to get her in the corner she lay 

 

It's the fall of the American Empire 

It should've been all right, should've, should've 

But me I'm just workin' a sound bite 

Just rollin' my smokes tight 

You know they said it was all right, all right 

 

All right, all right, all right 

Where you goin' Mr. Holy? 

All right, all right, all right 

Say where were you goin' Mr. Holy? 

 

Lucy girl, I found your diamonds, they shine like sirens 

Singin' from the shoals of buzzard's bay 

And it's worse then we know how I wish it wasn't so 

That all tomorrow's parties have gone away 

 

Fall the American Empire 

Oh you said it would never go away 

Fall the American Empire 

Lucy girl, can't you just stay? 

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Copyright: Ain't No Trip To Cleveland Music

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