Little Lion

In the kingdom of righteousness, you held the throne You were wise a prophet and sound as a stone A tower of flame rising up from the ground To devour and defame all the young blood around you Hey, hey Hey, hey I was shocked and chagrined, shattered and brokenhearted To find us, my friend, so far from where we started The smallest offense and you clamored to see me Strung up in the air like a dead Mussolini Hey, hey Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion So what good have you done with your moral marauding? Your dogs are all dead and their corpses are rotting And all that remains of your wasted devotion Is buried in lead at the bottom of the ocean Hey, hey Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion Hey, hey Little Lion