The King is dead
Thin december air is like the dry ice smokeYou’ll come to your senses or inhale and chokeMy IQ allows me to brush you asideYou’re zeros and ones, you’re wrong where I’m right
Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with the reinvention of meNow the king lies here dead,now the king lies here dead
It’s not as wet as the rainor as cold as the snowIt drives him in hard to the saneand the simple soul
I take a charge at my chanceyou know how it isLet go of my handYou know how it is
Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with the reinvention of me
And my IQ allows me to brush you aside
Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is freeI am going ahead with the reinvention of meNow the king lies here dead,now the king lies here dead