In a gal-axy I know, far, far, away, long time ago
Was a war, of good and bad, of a farm boy, and his Dad
And we fly, throughout the stars, until we find, the Rebel's scene
Then we fight, on the Death Star, all for Emperor, Palpatine

We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine

All my friends, are troopers too, and a lot of them, just can't shoot
So we al-ways seem to lose….
We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine

That's the way, It's always been, conquering planets, we never seen
Planet Hoth, and Tatooine, for that Emperor, Palpatine

We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine
We all work for Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine, Emperor Palpatine

© 2006 Squirrelbait
Written by Mikey Squirrel

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