Dragon Tale

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

When the beast was born in World War Two it didn’t have a name
Till Eisenhower said farewell and to Camelot we came.
He warned us all: Beware this thing; its like has never been bred—
With the beast unchained and its power claimed, John Kennedy was dead.

The beast then stood and spread its wings; far eastward it did fly.
It landed then in Vietnam where many men would die.
But the power in its claws was beaten back, so homeward it did go,
Where a secret ray it waged a war where the trees can never grow.

(Chorus)

And it’s too late for the warning cry; the dragon’s breath has filled the sky.
Its wings drive the sun away and its fire turns the night to day—hey, hey—
Its fire turns the night to day.

It dove into the ocean; it swam beneath the sea.
It poisoned the waters with its kills with nuclear debris.
It then ascended to the sky above the air we breathe,
Where it left behind a trail of stars and circled like a wreath.

The beast has just one enemy: a woman clothed in red.
We can’t bring down the ring of stars so we’ll build more bombs, she said.
We’ll convert our reactors to breeders; with Chernobyl we will start,
But she lost her luck when disaster struck and her empire fell apart.

And it’s too late for the warning cry; the dragon’s breath has filled the sky.
Its wings drive the sun away and its fire turns the night to day—hey, hey—
Its fire turns the night to day.

And now the beast could reach its arms to places far around the world.
And with no surprise it assumed the guise; a peace flag is unfurled.
But it struck the Babylonian kingdom and it struck down Panama too;
It will strike wherever wealth resides, and it can strike me and you.

And it’s too late for the warning cry; the dragon’s breath has filled the sky.
Its wings drive the sun away and its fire turns the night to day—hey, hey—
Its fire turns the night to day.

What knight in shining armor can keep the beast at bay?
What David with a sling in hand can drive this thing away?
The story is still unfolding, this dragon tale begun:
Now heed you well, for time will tell if the dragon has lost or won.

And it’s too late for the warning cry; the dragon’s breath has filled the sky.
Its wings drive the sun away and its fire turns the night to day—hey, hey—
Its fire turns the night to day.

And it’s too late for the warning cry; the dragon’s breath has filled the sky.
Its wings drive the sun away and its fire turns the night to day—hey, hey—
Its fire turns the night to day.




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