The King is Dead Boring — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

The king puts on his raiment

And surveys the royal scene

And tries to put his finger on

The source of all his ennui

But when something goes, its gone, you know

Starts at the top, spreads down

Just check out the faded bodywork

Beneath his rusted crown





Theyre waiting for impeachment

But they cant see the day

The queen cant give him any heirs

The word is hes to blame

So he beheads her for amusements

And now hes quoting nietzsche

Youd think that he would have known

She was his one redeeming feature





But the king isnt dead, the kings dead boring

Thats the song that the millions sing

You name it, hes lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring





He used to be a don juan

Now hes just the royal slut

Knocking up the servant girls

Waking up a half-cut

He gets a chance to win them back

But gives them some old spiel

And all they sees the ghost

Of his former ex-appeal





But the king isnt dead, the kings dead boring

Thats the song that his minions sing

You name it, hes lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring





They used to sing long live the king

He was the man with everything

But now they shout

"get that dull bastard out"





He used to be so carnaby

So out of all our leagues

Now its all that he can do

To zip up his fatigues

If only he could make excuses

Engage with us somehow

But effort is so out of place

And failures not allowed





Because the king isnt dead, the kings dead boring

Thats the song that the millions sing

You name it, hes lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring