John Wesley Harding - The King Is Dead Boring Lyrics
The king puts on his raimentAnd surveys the royal sceneAnd tries to put his finger onThe source of all his ennuiBut when something goes, its gone, you knowStarts at the top, spreads downJust check out the faded bodyworkBeneath his rusted crownTheyre waiting for impeachmentBut they cant see the dayThe queen cant give him any heirsThe word is hes to blameSo he beheads her for amusementsAnd now hes quoting nietzscheYoud think that he would have knownShe was his one redeeming featureBut the king isnt dead, the kings dead boringThats the song that the millions singYou name it, hes lost it, he lacks everythingThe king is dead boringHe used to be a don juanNow hes just the royal slutKnocking up the servant girlsWaking up a half-cutHe gets a chance to win them backBut gives them some old spielAnd all they sees the ghostOf his former ex-appealBut the king isnt dead, the kings dead boringThats the song that his minions singYou name it, hes lost it, he lacks everythingThe king is dead boringThey used to sing long live the kingHe was the man with everythingBut now they shoutGet that dull bastard outHe used to be so carnabySo out of all our leaguesNow its all that he can doTo zip up his fatiguesIf only he could make excusesEngage with us somehowBut effort is so out of placeAnd failures not allowedBecause the king isnt dead, the kings dead boringThats the song that the millions singYou name it, hes lost it, he lacks everythingThe king is dead boring
