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Steve Earle

Hey little emperor come down from your throne
The hour glass is empty your time has come and gone
The battlements are crumblin' the walls are tumblin' down
Your counselors and concubines are getting' outta town
Some say it's an omen some say it's the winds of change
Which ever way it's goin' 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 you there ain't no goin' home again

No pomp and circumstance no more shock and awe
Your just a little emperor that's all

Hey little hypocrite what you gonna say
When you wind up standin' naked on the final judgement day
How you gonna justify it who you gonna call
What if it turns out that God don'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 the last to fall

Hey little emperor come down from you throne
And let another emperor climb on

Written by EARLE, STEVE
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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