Lyrics:
for a day in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me
My daddy threw me in therapy
He thinks
whereas South Africa preaches and practices the same thing
I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands
Even if he's wrong, than the one
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
He laid on his back,
His firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound
Just
I dreamed you were a rich man
And that I had no place to go
I came to you to see if you would take me in
Through golden curtains you told me you'd
the one who is born king of the Jews?
We saw his star in the east and we have come to worship him"
Lord we have traveled far
Torn and weary guided by
on on on on on on
My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds
My fairy king can do
Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I
My shit bad, shit crazy and that shit fascinates me
On my tongue where the tab is and it burn like battery acid
I was in the backs of my classes by
face, man, I love my baby, ah
You talkin' money, need a hearing aid
You talkin' 'bout me, I don't see the shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I
Had a nightmare 'bout me killing, it was too vicious
I feel like, how the hell a nigga s'pose to breathe
If all they do is kill off all the kings?
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
the King's horses
All the King's men
Surrounded the chapel
To trap me within
A Lady in waiting
Lips red with rouge
She offered me pleasures
I could
For God became a man
And stepped into your world today
Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were
better off by far.
He's not the man to hold your trust,
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
me paint you with my love
With my love, with my love
To kill the man behind the crowd
Would be viewed as amateur
Because the king's invisible
Pilate:
Who is this broken man cluttering up my hallway?
Who is this unfortunate?
Soldier:
Someone Christ - King of the Jews
Pilate:
Oh so this
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
The scenario is bright
For the King & Carol
What we must tell her
And seasons are slow
So wait we must
And hide from ourselves
Overrun by
man take me hence
But only he by whose side
I ought to hang and he shall
Be the best knight in the world.
better off by far.
He's not the man to hold your trust,
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
we're rarely disrespected
I got all the time that I need to kill
What's that time?
It's time to get ill
You been fully captivated by that funky ass
an inferior!
Arthur: Well I am king
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice
And how'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops
Dropping the cart)
By
of a whore
Always wanted by the law
Wouldn't you like to know?
Wouldn't you like to know people?
Great King Rat was a dirty old man
And a dirty old man
meet you King Henry,
Some meat you give to me,
Go kill your horse you King Henry
And bring him here to me;
He's gone and slain his berry brown steed
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