| Song | Every Bloody Emperor |
| Artist | Van Der Graaf Generator |
| Album | Real Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammill | |
| By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
| and in justice and parity...all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
| Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
| and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
| in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
| in the new empire's name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
| as he buffs up on his common touch as a get-out clause. | |
| Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter; | |
| trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
| extends across the screen. | |
| Truth's been beaten to its knees; the lies embed ad infinitum | |
| till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
| we're traitors to disbelieve. | |
| With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
| as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
| the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
| in the new empire's name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor's got his hands up history's skirt | |
| as he poses for posterity over the fresh-dug dirt. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
| talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
| because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
| so he'll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
| Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
| and the double standards of propaganda | |
| still all our righteous rage. | |
| By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
| But our faith diminishes - close to the finish, | |
| we're only serfs and slaves | |
| as the empire decays. |
| zuo ci : Hammill | |
| By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
| and in justice and parity... all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
| Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
| and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
| in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
| in the new empire' s name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
| as he buffs up on his common touch as a getout clause. | |
| Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter | |
| trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
| extends across the screen. | |
| Truth' s been beaten to its knees the lies embed ad infinitum | |
| till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
| we' re traitors to disbelieve. | |
| With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
| as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
| the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
| in the new empire' s name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor' s got his hands up history' s skirt | |
| as he poses for posterity over the freshdug dirt. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
| talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
| because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
| so he' ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
| Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
| and the double standards of propaganda | |
| still all our righteous rage. | |
| By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
| But our faith diminishes close to the finish, | |
| we' re only serfs and slaves | |
| as the empire decays. |
| zuò cí : Hammill | |
| By this we are all sustained: a belief in human nature | |
| and in justice and parity... all we have is the faith to carry on. | |
| Imperceptible the change as our votes become mere gestures | |
| and our lords and masters determine to cast us | |
| in the roles of serfs and slaves | |
| in the new empire' s name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor claims that freedom is his cause | |
| as he buffs up on his common touch as a getout clause. | |
| Unto nations nations speak in the language of the gutter | |
| trading primetime insults the imperial impulse | |
| extends across the screen. | |
| Truth' s been beaten to its knees the lies embed ad infinitum | |
| till their repetition becomes a dictum | |
| we' re traitors to disbelieve. | |
| With what impotence we grieve for the democratic process | |
| as our glorious leaders conspire to feed us | |
| the last dregs of imperious disdain | |
| in the new empire' s name. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor' s got his hands up history' s skirt | |
| as he poses for posterity over the freshdug dirt. | |
| Yes and every bloody emperor with his sickly rictus grin | |
| talks his way out of nearly anything but the lie within | |
| because every bloody emperor thinks his right to rule divine | |
| so he' ll go spinning and spinning and spinning into his own decline. | |
| Imperceptible the change as one by one our voices falter | |
| and the double standards of propaganda | |
| still all our righteous rage. | |
| By this we are all sustained: our belief in human nature. | |
| But our faith diminishes close to the finish, | |
| we' re only serfs and slaves | |
| as the empire decays. |