(Wallace-Winter)



Cardboard empire would you crumble to the ground

As we watched by

Shipping magnate are you stranded on the ground

With no dog to fly...

Round the table sat the kings of circumstance

The puppeteer would pull his strings

And we would sing and dance

As the cardboard empire fell



Stone Age Neros sat behind their desks of steel

Trading paper clips

Of our empire there was nothing left untouched

But potato chips

We sat down at the banquet and the jester danced a reel

The gladiator drew his sword, we knew we were the meal

As the cardboard empire fell



Who are the people, who are the people

Who are the people that you think you are?