Little Kings Songtext
von Ayers Rock

I rather not think about tomorrow
But tomorrow is never planned
We leave it to someone
Don′t know it's no room
With our heads burried in the sand

We leave it in their hands
And they do the surf
All the things that a man should hold
A real hand on them
And in our hands
There′s nothing there for us to go


You got to reach to the little kings
You got to live the little kings

We are to be looking to something else
Than the oil that the rich men have found
I look at this power in the sun
But they still be drain in the ground

You've got to lead to the little kings
You've got to lead to the little kings

The more that we try to pretend
That everything would turn out fine
Easy to guess to take them far
All the ever worsen line

You′ve got to kneel to the little kings
You′ve got to kneel to the little kings