| 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 |