Lyrics
Hey little
Emperor, come down from your throne
The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone
The battlements are crumblinâ the walls are tumblinâ down
Your counselors and concubines are gettingâ out of town
Some say itâs an omen, some say itâs the winds of change
Which every way itâs goingâ itâs blowinâ 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
Standinâ on the corner, your fortune blowinâ in the wind
Daddy didnât warn that there ainât no going home again
No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe
Youâre just a little emperor, thatâs all
Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say
When you wind up standinâ naked on the final judgment day
How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call
What if it turns out
God doesnât look like you at all
The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall
You ainât the first to rise up, you sure wonât be last to fall
Hey little emperor, come down from your throne
And let another emperor climb on
Emperor, come down from your throne
The hourglass is empty, your time has come and gone
The battlements are crumblinâ the walls are tumblinâ down
Your counselors and concubines are gettingâ out of town
Some say itâs an omen, some say itâs the winds of change
Which every way itâs goingâ itâs blowinâ 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
Standinâ on the corner, your fortune blowinâ in the wind
Daddy didnât warn that there ainât no going home again
No pomp and circumstance, no more shock and awe
Youâre just a little emperor, thatâs all
Hey little hypocrite, what you gonna say
When you wind up standinâ naked on the final judgment day
How you gonna justify it, who you gonna call
What if it turns out
God doesnât look like you at all
The leaves are in the teacup, the hieroglyphics on the wall
You ainât the first to rise up, you sure wonât be last to fall
Hey little emperor, come down from your throne
And let another emperor climb on