The King (Live)
Once upon a time there was a powerful king
He ruled half of the world he ruled half of everything
I mean, some really loved him
Some really liked him
Man they must be really dim
His smile shook the stenches of the rotten undergrounds
His snakelike words manipulated those around
But nobody cared cause he's the king of the world
I mean around him, we never get bored
Jester jester, come tell those funny jokes
The king doubles over, he laughs and he croaks
Hiding his insecurities behind a great grand cloak
What a fantastic, powerful bloke
Knight, great knight, say, where art thou
With your fancy sword and your Turkish bow
Please, sir knight, make the king feel superior
And while you're at it, call in the fiddler
All these distractions, and all of his might
Couldn't help the king with his deep internal fight
With his army, he'd won many a battle
But this one, this one was different
The king sat high on his throne that was filled with hurt
While all of his peasants below just moped in the dirt
He sat high on his throne, both day and night
But he was shaky, hiding behind his great might
Yeah, all the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put him back together again
Because he abused and used and showed off his powers
But that's a story for another hour
Once upon a time there was a fucked up king
He wore a fake crown and took all of everything
The throne that he sat on was made out of lies
So maybe, just maybe, he'd fit in with the guys
Messing up his arm up at 3 am
His favorite hobby ever since the sacrificed lamb
His servants and peasants saw right through the show
This king, this ruler, was beginning to slow
You see his kingdom was fallen and so were his walls
You could see right inside, see the true inner calls
For help he would scream, both day and night
But why would we help him? he's the king with all of his might
So his peasants then left him, on the floor to yell and bleed
Another good story to tell so it seemed
Then one day they realized their fatal mistake
The king, now dead, burned himself at the stake
He ruled half of the world he ruled half of everything
I mean, some really loved him
Some really liked him
Man they must be really dim
His smile shook the stenches of the rotten undergrounds
His snakelike words manipulated those around
But nobody cared cause he's the king of the world
I mean around him, we never get bored
Jester jester, come tell those funny jokes
The king doubles over, he laughs and he croaks
Hiding his insecurities behind a great grand cloak
What a fantastic, powerful bloke
Knight, great knight, say, where art thou
With your fancy sword and your Turkish bow
Please, sir knight, make the king feel superior
And while you're at it, call in the fiddler
All these distractions, and all of his might
Couldn't help the king with his deep internal fight
With his army, he'd won many a battle
But this one, this one was different
The king sat high on his throne that was filled with hurt
While all of his peasants below just moped in the dirt
He sat high on his throne, both day and night
But he was shaky, hiding behind his great might
Yeah, all the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put him back together again
Because he abused and used and showed off his powers
But that's a story for another hour
Once upon a time there was a fucked up king
He wore a fake crown and took all of everything
The throne that he sat on was made out of lies
So maybe, just maybe, he'd fit in with the guys
Messing up his arm up at 3 am
His favorite hobby ever since the sacrificed lamb
His servants and peasants saw right through the show
This king, this ruler, was beginning to slow
You see his kingdom was fallen and so were his walls
You could see right inside, see the true inner calls
For help he would scream, both day and night
But why would we help him? he's the king with all of his might
So his peasants then left him, on the floor to yell and bleed
Another good story to tell so it seemed
Then one day they realized their fatal mistake
The king, now dead, burned himself at the stake
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Jewell
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