King Bojo

I can hear him talking inside my head
I can feel his presence in the air
I can taste excitement coursing through the crowd
And I can smell the fear of the liberal elite
Rising up from the ground

King Bojos coming
King Bojos coming

Like a freight train steaming and rolling down the track
With his blond locks flowing he ain't looking back
People prostrate everywhere that he walks
Sucking up the word as he talks, talks, talks
Telling all the faithful the things they want to hear
Pressing all the buttons, cranking up the fear
Like a ball and chain in a wrecking shop
Gonna keep on coming, never gonna stop

Yeah, King Bojos coming
Yeah, King Bojos coming

You can see him clearly up on the mount
His disciples scream and shout
To give up their riches, give up their minds
To leave their consciences and morals behind

So we'll give up our freedom, for you to take control
We belong to you heart and soul
We know now, you won't let us down
So Bojo take our country, come on, come on
Come on and take the crown

Yeah, King Bojos coming
Yeah, King Bojos coming
Yeah, King Bojos coming
Yeah, King Bojos coming



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew David Higgins
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