The king sits on a throne   The king sits on alone   At the snap of a finger   The kingdom grows bigger      The king sits on a throne   That the merchant and baker 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 baker   Who you to your maker      Brother you got to know   What you’re killing for   It’s the merchant and the baker   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      Graveyards sound the bell   For someone else as well   The jester was buried   Fallen to greed   Fallen to greed