The Rise of Abimelech Dumont
in rolled a stagecoach from the east
and the skies grew dark behind it
all eyes were fixed upon
one abimelech dumont
as he climbed down off his perch while
one churchly bell rang once
the crowd did swell
they wished him well
so he bought up all the shops
and the banks and the newspaper
then to their small town hall
he did make a private call
til there was an understanding
then he surveyed his plot
and proceeded to build a house from
24 karat gold and in
golden sheets
he dreamed golden dreams
and the sign in his window read:
who do you think this town belongs to
sermons and articles of news
soon said little bad about him
though he was hated much
by the people who he crushed
as he climbed up to his mansion
placing his hands upon
the heads that bowed
and sang his praises loud
til the day we have earned our way through your
glorious gates made of gold
we will clean your streets
for some food to eat
and when anyone questioned them they said:
who do you think this town belongs to
but some did not agree so they wrote hatefully
about "abimelech the selfish" but they
would not get it published
and who do you think this town belongs to
so they marched to his house with alcohol doused broken
bars stools and towels they threw as fireballs
but men beneath him came and snapped their limbs
and the heavens rained lead and the streets ran red
who the hell do you think this town belongs to
and as the battle raged down in the sod
he shouted from his rooftop like a god:
who the hell do you think this town belongs to