Bad King John

I've got a one plan
Uh
He rhapsodized
Nooo
I'll be a king, mom!
Uh
Be canonized!
She patronized

And the fools came around like:
Uh, you want it all
But you got no clue
You want the world
Oh, be disabused! Cause
He'll be a pawn
And refrains to lose like

And it felt like fire
Uh
When he moved
When he moved
And it felt like fire
When he moved
When he moved

His mother falls down
Uh
As he's crowned a gold crown
And the crowd bows down:
Your kingly words, sir?
Uh
Go turn the urns on

And all the fools are begging like:
Uh, you've got it all!
Oh please excuse me!
We'll kneel and crawl
Even kiss your shoes
Still, the king withdrawals
With a last amusement

Does it feel like fire?
When you move?
When you move?
Does it feel like fire?
When you move?
When you move?

The heads are all rolling
Hail, God save the king
His hounds are all howling
For a bloody meal
In choir, the crowd sings
Songs about his glories
You took him for granted
Now, you better kneel



Credits
Writer(s): Bernardo Castilla Jorge, Enzo Marcelo Aquino Becerra, Lorenzo Engell Kalloi
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