Levers of Power

Who calls the shots, who makes the rules

Who holds the strings, who are the tools

Who counts the gold up there in the tower

Whose hands are pulling the levers of power?

In ancient days priests told us what to do

The Gods spoke to them, then they spoke to you

From the Temple steps, up on Babel’s Tower

Behind that curtain pulling levers of power.

The king replaced the priest, the altar now a throne

By divine right he ruled the realm alone

Raised armies and taxes from the castle tower

Royal hands pulling the levers of power

Who calls the shots, who makes the rules

Who holds the strings, who are the tools

Who counts the gold up there in the tower

Whose hands are pulling the levers of power?

Above the cold city, buildings scrape the sky

God and King are dead, money rules on high

All the world in debt to the sharks in the tower

Bankers pulling the levers of power.

Money making money, the global Ponzi scheme

When it all falls down banksters get off clean

Politicians prostrate at the foot of the tower

Beg to serve bullies who pull levers of power.

Who will call the shots, who will make the rules

Will there be strings – will we be the tools?

Pull back the curtain-there’s no gold in the tower

Just a naked Emperor pulling levers of power?

We don’t need the bankers, the priests or the kings

Childhood has ended- a new age begins

Serving each other we toil outside the tower

Creating a world with no levers of power. (2x-last 2 lines)

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C C Am C

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C C G C

(Modulates to D for break and last 2 stanzas)

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