The Empire has fallen

(Tempo: 95 BPM | Style: Distorted slide guitar intro, heavy 808 bass, aggressive nu-metal riffing)

CUSTOM

(Verse 1)
I’m fixin’ to tell ya ‘bout a dream turned sour,
The rust on the gears of your global power.
You sat on the porch, actin’ like the boss,
While the rest of the world carried your cross.
You’re a proper tosser (UK), a drongo (AU) in a suit,
Tramplin’ the harvest and stealing the fruit.
In the rust belt (US) valleys, where the factory died,
We’re fed up with the pork-barrel (US) lies and the pride.
You reckon we’re muppets (UK) just following the lead?
While you’re bludging (AU) off the masses to satisfy your greed!

(Chorus - Heavy Metal/Rap Blend)
The Empire has fallen! The eagle is grounded!
The trumpets of the common folk are finally sounded!
No more tall poppy (AU) cut down by your hand,
No more "freedom" forced on a foreign land!
The American Dream is a dog’s breakfast (AU) now,
The world won’t be bullied, we’re breakin’ the vow!
FALLEN! FALLEN! THE EMPIRE HAS FALLEN!

(Verse 2)
From the outback heat to the council estates (UK),
We’re sick of the cobbers (AU) deciding our fates.
You acted the hard man (UK), the cowboy, the king,
But your "Liberty" is just a hollow ring.
You’re knackered (UK), you’re finished, your credit is blown,
The seeds of your arrogance are finally grown.
Down in the hollow (US), we’re sharpenin’ the blades,
While you’re lost in the gridlock (US) of corporate charades.
It’s a fair dinkum (AU) reckoning, a bloody (UK) disgrace,
We’re rubbing the dirt back into your face!

(Bridge - Metal Breakdown)
(Guttural screams and heavy chugging guitars)
THE BULLY IS BROKEN!
THE DEBT IS UNPAID!
THE MASK OF THE MASTER IS STARTIN’ TO FADE!
(Screamed)
NO MORE POLICING THE GLOBE!
NO MORE STRIPPING THE ROBE!
YOU’RE JUST A WANKER (UK) WITH A BROKEN CROWN!
WE’RE WATCHING THE WHOLE DAMN HOUSE BURN DOWN!

(Verse 3)
So take your Ute (AU) and your lorry (UK) and your rig (US),
The grave that you’ve dug is getting too big.
The "city on a hill" is a shambles (UK), it’s done,
The rest of the nations are out in the sun.
We don’t need your dollars, we don’t need your "aid,"
We’re tired of the dodgy (UK) deals that you’ve made.
The reckoning (US) is here, it’s a global uproar,
The Empire is dead... and we ain't scared no more!

(Outro)
(Slow, heavy drum beats. A lonesome harmonica fades into a metal squeal)
Yeah.
Fair go, mate.
It’s over.
Shut the gate on your way out.
(Spit sound)
The Empire has fallen.
(Feedback cuts to silence)

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(Intro) (Heavy feedback. A thick, Southern-fried drawl speaks over a scratching vinyl) Yeah… The stars are fading, the stripes are frayed. The bill’s come due for the games you played. From the trailer park to the London street, The world’s tired of the taste of your boots and defeat. Crank it up! (Verse 1) I’m fixin’ to tell ya ‘bout a dream turned sour, The rust on the gears of your global power. You sat on the porch, actin’ like the boss, While the rest of the world carried your cross. You’re a proper tosser (UK), a drongo (AU) in a suit, Tramplin’ the harvest and stealing the fruit. In the rust belt (US) valleys, where the factory died, We’re fed up with the pork-barrel (US) lies and the pride. You reckon we’re muppets (UK) just following the lead? While you’re bludging (AU) off the masses to satisfy your greed! (Chorus - Heavy Metal/Rap Blend) The Empire has fallen! The eagle is grounded! The trumpets of the common folk are finally sounded! No more tall poppy (AU) cut down by your hand, No more "freedom" forced on a foreign land! The American Dream is a dog’s breakfast (AU) now, The world won’t be bullied, we’re breakin’ the vow! FALLEN! FALLEN! THE EMPIRE HAS FALLEN! (Verse 2) From the outback heat to the council estates (UK), We’re sick of the cobbers (AU) deciding our fates. You acted the hard man (UK), the cowboy, the king, But your "Liberty" is just a hollow ring. You’re knackered (UK), you’re finished, your credit is blown, The seeds of your arrogance are finally grown. Down in the hollow (US), we’re sharpenin’ the blades, While you’re lost in the gridlock (US) of corporate charades. It’s a fair dinkum (AU) reckoning, a bloody (UK) disgrace, We’re rubbing the dirt back into your face! (Bridge - Metal Breakdown) (Guttural screams and heavy chugging guitars) THE BULLY IS BROKEN! THE DEBT IS UNPAID! THE MASK OF THE MASTER IS STARTIN’ TO FADE! (Screamed) NO MORE POLICING THE GLOBE! NO MORE STRIPPING THE ROBE! YOU’RE JUST A WANKER (UK) WITH A BROKEN CROWN! WE’RE WATCHING THE WHOLE DAMN HOUSE BURN DOWN! (Verse 3) So take your Ute (AU) and your lorry (UK) and your rig (US), The grave that you’ve dug is getting too big. The "city on a hill" is a shambles (UK), it’s done, The rest of the nations are out in the sun. We don’t need your dollars, we don’t need your "aid," We’re tired of the dodgy (UK) deals that you’ve made. The reckoning (US) is here, it’s a global uproar, The Empire is dead... and we ain't scared no more! (Outro) (Slow, heavy drum beats. A lonesome harmonica fades into a metal squeal) Yeah. Fair go, mate. It’s over. Shut the gate on your way out. (Spit sound) The Empire has fallen. (Feedback cuts to silence)

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