All Your Young Servants (For The Sake of the Song, 1968)

You live on your hill so high and so lonely
You toss out your bread [bad word] to those down below
They think you're a king but believe me it's only
Because they're too blind to know

There once was a time when your money had meaning
Your diamonds had glitter but now it's all gone
It poisoned your laughter and muffled your singing
You can't even see that it's wrong

Your castle is dingy and dirty and dismal
Your carpets are faded, your walls are all gray
There's dust on your silver and cracks in your crystal
And all your young servants have drifted away

So go back to your sadness, go back to your sorrow
And I'll make my bed on a hill 'neath the sky
And lay here a-listening 'til the [bad word] tomorrow
Counting the tears that you cry

Your castle is dingy and dirty and dismal
Your carpets are faded, your walls are all gray
There's dust on your silver and cracks in your crystal
All your young servants have drifted away

Songwriters
TOWNES VAN ZANDT