| Support your local emperor
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| Pay him tribute every time
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| Let it be known he holds your fate
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| From his fingertips shall flow the wine
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| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet
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| Wherever he walks, rosebeds be laid
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| So that he may always feel secure
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| In the vast empire that he’s made
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| But could you tell me what he’s ever done for you?
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| I’m not the one that needed an army
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| I’m not the one that needed respect
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| I’m not the one that hopes they’ll remember
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| I’m not the one they’ll likely forget
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| It seems one’s going to walk
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| Where he’s willing to walk
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| And with the ears of a bat
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| And the eyes of a hawk
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| You can see in the end
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| It’s just a little bit of talk
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| But a rodent’s always looking
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| For some cat he can stalk
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| To meow for him, to meow for him
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| Remember once when you were young
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| It really was not all that long ago
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| You reached out your hand and it was met
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| If you let your heart will tell you so
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| So bow your head, don’t meet his eyes
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| When royalty speaks you then reply
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| Someday he may find his throne is cold
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| Someday he may chance to wonder why
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| But could you tell me what he’s ever done for you?
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| I’m not the one that needed an army
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| I’m not the one that needed respect
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| I’m not the one that hopes they’ll remember
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| I’m not the one they’ll likely forget
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| It seems one’s going to walk
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| Where he’s willing to walk
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| And with the ears of a bat
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| And the eyes of a hawk
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| You can see that in the end
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| It’s just a little bit of talk
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| But a rodent’s always looking
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| For some cat he can stalk
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| To meow for him, to meow for him
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| Support your local emperor
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| Pay him tribute every time
|
| Let it be known he holds your fate
|
| From his fingertips shall flow the wine
|
| Tell him when he speaks the air is sweet
|
| Wherever he walks rosebeds be laid
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| Someday he may find his throne is cold
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| In the vast empire that he’s made
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| That he’s made |