Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Support Your Local Emperor, artist - Blues Traveler. Album song Travelers & Thieves, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1990
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Support Your Local Emperor |
Support your local emperor |
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 |
So that he may always feel secure |
In the vast empire that he’s made |
But could you tell me what he’s ever done for you? |
I’m not the one that needed an army |
I’m not the one that needed respect |
I’m not the one that hopes they’ll remember |
I’m not the one they’ll likely forget |
It seems one’s going to walk |
Where he’s willing to walk |
And with the ears of a bat |
And the eyes of a hawk |
You can see in the end |
It’s just a little bit of talk |
But a rodent’s always looking |
For some cat he can stalk |
To meow for him, to meow for him |
Remember once when you were young |
It really was not all that long ago |
You reached out your hand and it was met |
If you let your heart will tell you so |
So bow your head, don’t meet his eyes |
When royalty speaks you then reply |
Someday he may find his throne is cold |
Someday he may chance to wonder why |
But could you tell me what he’s ever done for you? |
I’m not the one that needed an army |
I’m not the one that needed respect |
I’m not the one that hopes they’ll remember |
I’m not the one they’ll likely forget |
It seems one’s going to walk |
Where he’s willing to walk |
And with the ears of a bat |
And the eyes of a hawk |
You can see that in the end |
It’s just a little bit of talk |
But a rodent’s always looking |
For some cat he can stalk |
To meow for him, to meow for him |
Support your local emperor |
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 |
Someday he may find his throne is cold |
In the vast empire that he’s made |
That he’s made |