I Met Up with the King
I met up with the kingHe confessed his body was burningI met up with the kingHis body had begun to rotAnd he said "don't think less of meI'm still the same man I used to be"
But no one believed himNo one believed him
I once knew a pretty girlAnd she was in love with the worldAnd she loved a young manWho loved her body but never saw her mindHe took everything she had keptAnd then he took everything else that was left
But no one believed herNo one believed her
I feel just like the kingAs I fall on the muddy groundI feel just like you galThere's people thinkingThey know something nowWell I don't know anything at allAnd we mean nothing to historyWell thank God
So tell me do you believe me?Do you believe me?I bet you don'tI bet you won't