Song | Little Emperor |
Artist | Steve Earle |
Album | I'll Never Get Out of This World Alive |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Hey little | |
Emperor, come down from your throne | |
The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone | |
The battlements are crumblin’ the walls are tumblin’ down | |
Your counselors and concubines are getting’ out of town | |
Some say it’s an omen, some say it’s the winds of change | |
Which every way it’s going’ it’s blowin’ like a hurricane | |
Hey little conqueror, where you gonna go? | |
The world is even smaller than it was when you left home | |
Emptiness in front of you and detritus behind | |
Nobody ever told you that history was kind | |
Standin’ on the corner, your fortune blowin’ in the wind | |
Daddy didn’t warn that there ain’t no going home again | |
No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe | |
You’re just a little emperor, that’s all | |
Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say | |
When you wind up standin’ naked on the final judgment day | |
How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call | |
What if it turns out | |
God doesn’t look like you at all | |
The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall | |
You ain’t the first to rise up, you sure won’t be last to fall | |
Hey little emperor, come down from your throne | |
And let another emperor climb on |
Hey little | |
Emperor, come down from your throne | |
The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone | |
The battlements are crumblin' the walls are tumblin' down | |
Your counselors and concubines are getting' out of town | |
Some say it' s an omen, some say it' s the winds of change | |
Which every way it' s going' it' s blowin' like a hurricane | |
Hey little conqueror, where you gonna go? | |
The world is even smaller than it was when you left home | |
Emptiness in front of you and detritus behind | |
Nobody ever told you that history was kind | |
Standin' on the corner, your fortune blowin' in the wind | |
Daddy didn' t warn that there ain' t no going home again | |
No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe | |
You' re just a little emperor, that' s all | |
Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say | |
When you wind up standin' naked on the final judgment day | |
How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call | |
What if it turns out | |
God doesn' t look like you at all | |
The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall | |
You ain' t the first to rise up, you sure won' t be last to fall | |
Hey little emperor, come down from your throne | |
And let another emperor climb on |
Hey little | |
Emperor, come down from your throne | |
The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone | |
The battlements are crumblin' the walls are tumblin' down | |
Your counselors and concubines are getting' out of town | |
Some say it' s an omen, some say it' s the winds of change | |
Which every way it' s going' it' s blowin' like a hurricane | |
Hey little conqueror, where you gonna go? | |
The world is even smaller than it was when you left home | |
Emptiness in front of you and detritus behind | |
Nobody ever told you that history was kind | |
Standin' on the corner, your fortune blowin' in the wind | |
Daddy didn' t warn that there ain' t no going home again | |
No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe | |
You' re just a little emperor, that' s all | |
Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say | |
When you wind up standin' naked on the final judgment day | |
How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call | |
What if it turns out | |
God doesn' t look like you at all | |
The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall | |
You ain' t the first to rise up, you sure won' t be last to fall | |
Hey little emperor, come down from your throne | |
And let another emperor climb on |