Even now there's something To be proud about You come up the hard way And they'll remind you every day Your nothing Oh my words in your mouth Are mumbled all about Your like a journalist How you can cut and paste and twist Your awful
Tell it to your king Tell him everything you know Tell him you know how I feel Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates Oh I'm all levered off my face And just to work out what it's on about And see snakes in eyes And danger signs
If you were late you musn't dare complain And you won't like this at all There's nothing to break your fall Oh tell it to your king Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place Until I'm levered off my face And I can't work out what your on about Didn't they explain You have to play the game
