The King Lyrics

Peasants are flying high

Death is all around

The rich are eating their pot roasts

And the poor are going down

Conscripted anarchy

Oh it will all decline

George Orwell to come true

Big brother on my mind

Down the hill he came

Bucket o' water none

Blood dripped from his left hand

The score is three to one

Brother, don't talk to me, you've forsaken all that I've done

Brother, I couldn't see, the truth you hide

I am not your

King

Cutting down the monarchy

I can't save you anymore

Running from the anarchy inside

Brother hear these words that I may tell

Cutting down the monarchy

I can't hate you any more

Now I'm haunted by my dreams

I'm drowning in the sea

I can't swim

Merciless torture

And pain is all around

God help me

I'm an honest man

Admit to the holy son

Only god's right hand

Will judge what I have done

Brother, don't talk to me, you've forsaken all that I've done

Brother, I couldn't see, the truth you hide

I am not your

King

Cutting down the monarchy

I can't save you anymore

Running from the anarchy inside

Brother hear these words that I may tell

Cutting down the monarchy

I can't hate you any more

Hey

Alright break it down

Welcome back to TMC radio

We are getting news just in that the Queen has met her bitter end

It has been claimed that Prince Charles is said to cull the monarchy

Wiping the palace clean of the filth that lies within it

The British monarchy is said to become a much smaller operation

With just 6 people remaining top royals

So, who will make the cut?