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Sacramento Kings: Kings of the Court (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Dick's Picks, Vol. 22: Kings Beach Bowl, Kings Beach Lake Tahoe, CA 2/23-2/24/68 (Grateful Dead) · The Plot Against Common Sense (Future of the Left) · The Chemistry of Common Life (Fucked Up) · The Chemistry of Common Life (Fucked Up) · Prayer of a Common Man (The Fisk Jubilee Singers) · Common People (Pulp) · Something in Common (Ron Carter) · Common Creed (Wes King) · Common One (Van Morrison) – and 90 other albums »


One day a roman soldier
In a shameful gambling game
Won the blood stained garment
That once had clothed my king
Just a cheap robe of Lenin 
No
This is the sound of a dropping bomb

After years of this are we still all content?
With being pawns in war game chess
Shuffled by King George
Now you and me babe we got candy by the pound
You and me babe we got candy by the pound

Well I never knew it could feel so good
Be the king
to every question
The square and cube of every prime
A name to go with every face
Like he was king upon a throne

And we had nothing in common
Nothing
really am, just one more?

So what would you do for a king
If He saw you fishing out by the sea
And He walked up to you and said "Follow me - it's time
What do 
Crystal Gayle 
Dorothy Hamill 
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common

They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin' king

Bitch where was you when I was
(By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall
What do 
Crystal Gayle 
Dorothy Hamill 
Don King
Lyle Lovett
And Gloria Steinem have in common

They are Prisoners of Their Hairdos
[Chorus]
If Jesus walked the world today, He'd probably be a hillbilly
Common man of men and the King of many
He'd lay his hands on his brother
PERISHABLENESS! VANITY! PERISHABLENESS! When The Same Earth One Embraces Sees, The Bones Of Common Man And King, What Tells Less? What Tells More? A Marble Stone
line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

Call it hustlenomics, hustle by any means
I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
Theres not
Common fortune seeks us all 
And slips our binding rings 
We'll turn our heads 
And make us reel 
We'll bare our arms as wings 

Before our
sweet
Because he can't be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can't be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.

He's the property
And every day begins the same
Get up, go out, come back again
Same old same old

A thousand faces pass you by
You never look into there eyes
see
The young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking got a hit of the blow it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin to do
Make
see
The young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking got a hit of the blow it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin to do
Make
Kings
And keep the common touch
If neither enemies nor loving friends
Can hurt you
If everybody counts with you
But none too much.

If you can fill
see
The young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking got a hit of the blow it's powerful
Oh you know what else they tryin to do
Make
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes

When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad
The King of Araby is coming home today
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet 
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
There used to be nothing in common, there used to be nothing to share
It used to be sit by the window, and stare at what used to be there
It used
a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem 
A common affair for the ones who are juiced 
If it is weakness that grants us the power 
We thrive
When bereft of common ways,
He strides before you on water
He makes clowns of kings,
Charms the guests, rides the ball 
Is the master of disguise