The King Must Die
No man's a jester playing ShakespeareRound your throne room floorWhile the juggler's act is danced uponThe crown that you once wore
And sooner or laterEverybody's kingdom must endAnd I'm so afraid your courtiersCannot be called best friends
Caesar's had your troublesWidows had to cryWhile mercenaries in cloisters singAnd the king must die
Some men are better staying sailorsTake my word and goBut tell the ostler that his name wasThe very first they chose
And if my hands are stained foreverAnd the altar should refuse meWould you let me in, would you let me in, would you let me inShould I cry sanctuary
No man's a jester playing ShakespeareRound your throne room floorWhile the juggler's act is danced uponThe crown that you once wore
The king is dead, the king is deadThe king is dead, the king is deadLong live the king