By Robbie Fulks
7/29/2010

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

Chorus:
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