The Real King

by The Weeks




Hush when the walls start to shake
Speak in some foreign language
Oh but you trust when she weeps
She's got that real anguish
 
Push from the tongue through the teeth
Chop up and give us something
You can just tell when he speaks
He's not the second coming
 
We want the first one
They want the real thing
We want the first one
Taste of a real king

Blasphemy
Is it blasphemy
There ain't one clean soul down here
Blasphemy
If you're asking me
I can see that one pretty clear
The real king is here
 
Just cause he walks where he walks
Don't mean that ground is sacred
I've seen this magic before
Certain that they all faked it
 
Tales from a hungrier mouth
Way more than gold and silver
Like songs that your grandmother sang
Sometimes I still hear
 
We want the first one
They want the real thing
We want the first one
Taste of a real king

Blasphemy
Is it blasphemy
There ain't one clean soul down here
Blasphemy
If you're asking me
I can see that one pretty clear
The real king is here

Blasphemy
Is it blasphemy
There ain't one clean soul down here
Blasphemy
If you're asking me
I can see that one pretty clear
The real king is here

Written by: ALLEN CYLE BARNES, ANTHONY CAIN BARNES, DAMIEN EDWARD BONE, SAMUEL DAVID WILLIAMS

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