The King

The king he sat in a chair of gold

and let life let him be

his daughter sat by his side most nights

to keep him company

the wise man and the alcamist

looked over the charts and graphs

inconclusive, they're inconclusive, hopefully this will pass

the jester said, i tried to make him laugh

The party was thrown for the king that night

and they tried to raise the dead

the golden chair still occupied

by the king's resting head