Emperor

and i've got stuff to pick you up, what were you expecting?

and in the rear view mirror i saw the resurrection

and on the elevator down at the multiplex

i just pushed every button, i was just bored i guess

as i stopped and started i felt my very best

you came in without your makeup wearing your new junk store dress

your face covered in curls and tears

your eyes lit up like fifteen beers

you said your head was finally clear

you told me that you're leaving here

she puts it all into boxes on a big truck

its just bad luck, its a tough school

and a quualude and a vacuum means a clean house and a clean break

and her knee shakes but no earthquake and her ride home's on the freeway

at the exit by the campus, it's gonna bring her back to connecticut

we're gonna break you out of there, open up the window and let down your hair

lit up like a dance floor, driving down the turnpike, hope the ropes aren't too tight

i am the emperor, that is what the crown is for, that is what the throne is for

that is what the robes are for, that is what the gloves are for

this feels like a holy war, all i'm really asking for

is open up the bathroom door

up all night, i'm getting drunk and weird

we've got clear beer, i think you're gonna like it

here among the windmills, baby we can just chill

we could all be friends again

don't try to fight it, i've got scars enough

from the night i hit your moving truck

left my things with you, and i put rings on you

put myself in you and now i'm bleeding too