Fortunate Prince

Fortunate Prince

Spoken, just like a fortunate prince
Down on his luck and utterly gravity sick

No mention of ever mending his ways
And I don't believe in much anymore anyway

But I'm here, and I'm trying
I appear, instead of dying

If I were to push you
Out that burning building and into the street
Just think of the fall out
And all of the disfigured people you'd meet
Like some kind of legend
Taken for dead and suddenly up on his feet
To float like a feather
And land on his very unfortunate feet

Don't be foolish, don't get so down on me
You're barely alive
You've got no right to claim you can see

This is murder, as plain as the light on my face
A knife on the rug and blood spilling all over the place

But the love, still standing
There must be some kind of misunderstanding

Is it time for a rescue
Tell me, do you want me to throw you a line?
A good day for martyrs
And olives and peanuts and bottles of forbidden wine
You're not such an angel
But somehow, you think you're immune to the crime
But babe I know better
And it's only a matter of
Time time time time time time ti-u-ime

Here's where the punch line comes
They're tears, no and they're no fun
And years to get it done
Poor baby you've just begun

When I get to heaven
Baby, you know that I'll take your side
I'll say he was something
That is something exciting about him
When he was alive

You have no idea
You have no idea