Robbie Fulks Little King
Well it's a vile world but that's all right/Long as the
little king's alive
In a day of shifting styles/His damage will last awhile.
Dizzy in a fever of muscle and chrome/This jerkwater town
burned like Rome
Truckled to the torch of one savage kid/That's how to
rule! That's how to live!
When you're old and not so clever/When you're dragging
your ghost around
These wild years won't last forever/This kingdom comes
right down!
Little King had a Midas hand/Anything he touched turned
yellow and ran
Rebel boys, half-witted and brave/Felt lucky to follow
and slave
And from the back of his eyes, some demon sprung/Made
young men wanna touch bottles and guns
Make Pleistocene creatures of Mom and Dad/Twice more kick
than your real kings had
It's a vile world, but that's O.K./That's where the smart
bucks are today
Tortoise shells and a wedding ring/So much for the
"little king."
But, see that hilltop, gutted and bare...?/15 years back
a King walked there
Now some half-wit hellspawn's gonna take his turn/That's
how to crash! That's how to burn!
