Napoleon In Rags Lyrics

I had a dream that I was a folk rock singer
strumming six strings on a dark smokey stage
in an old dusty bar in some nameless southern town
forgotten by their fathers, brothers, and their gods
but where ever I may find two ears and a smile
well I, I'd sing all night

and I would walk from the east coast to the west
a minstrel boy singin songs about love and politics
playing town to town for a drink and a hand
urging you and me to take back this land
from the tyant, the sword, and the noblemen's grasp
returned to the soil

I'd rise up and shout til my lungs turned blue
a billion voices in unison screaming "we're through"
with the cowboy on the saddle charging blind into the fight
so righteous with divinity he only sees his side
watching sword in hand barking orders at the sun
while the son fights for his life

I see a preacher's son hold a silver gun
while a million hands just hold their tongue
and a holy man with a pilgrim soul
strikes men dead for what their father told
a man in red directs the lifeless choir
as the ghosts march on to the sacred pyre
the host of great white gods adjourn
and they laugh with glee as the city burns
but the hill turns black on the foolish king
as his throne of thorns begins to sink
the sunrise east of the mountains gleams
like the the serpants tongue in the bloody sea

and I awoke in my bed to the same sad songs
playing loud as hell on my alarm clock
and I think maybe I should just stand up and raise my voice
only I'm just too fucking weak to make any noise
but maybe when I'm brave enough to sing the words I wrote
I'll find my way home