The Emperor

by Z. Mulls/Ron Tintner

Genre: Pop

Lyrics

THE EMPEROR
Lyric copyright 2007 by Z. Mulls

When the grains of rice slip through your fingers
Might as well be diamonds that you lose
And when forty foolish years stare in the mirror
There is noone to accuse

You can feel the balm of sweet exile
But no man lives forever in No Man’s Land
You must return to your dominion
Come take matters firmly into hand

Cause it’s a matter of perspective
You can stand on the corner lost in impotent invective
And harangue
But by the grace of God
You can be the Emperor of the whole shebang

I educate the populace and
Issue my Imperial Decrees
You’d think I’d crack under this burden
But I have to roam the earth with ease

When the oceans rise to reach the moon
The world goes mad and fortune takes her flight
A man needs to fulfill his promise
Stretch out his mighty hand to set things right

Cause it’s a matter of perspective
You can stand on the corner lost in impotent invective
And harangue
But by the grace of God
You can be the Emperor of the whole shebang

Search out the kings
Of other lands
Their hands with blood and treasure soiled
I have shed no blood
I have robbed no man
And no sovereign country have I despoiled

The sun comes up in my empire
And some shopkeepers know enough to bow
Others disrepect my office
But I can’t take the time with them just now

There are iniquities and imperfections
Plentiful as fish who swim my bay
You can let your life be vague and soft
Or build your bridge across and seize the day

Cause it’s a matter of perspective
You can stand on the corner lost in impotent invective
And harangue
But by the grace of God
You can be the Emperor of the whole shebang