Song parody of
The King Of Kowloon
by Marble Orbronze
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You once told me I was mad
That my artistry was bad
But that was before
Now you're mocking no more.
No-one told me what to say
Which opinions were OK
So you're changing your tune
Acknowledging the King of Kowloon
When a question can't be asked
When an answer must be masked
When a long prison stay
Is a wrong word away
When a colour can't be worn
A conclusion can't be drawn
When you can't call out lies
Then be sure tyranny is on the rise
Under paper, under paint
Though the remnants may be faint
Those who know what to see
Will find traces of me
If you need a figurehead
They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead!
When darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
You may think you're in the clear
That it couldn't happen here
If you open your eyes
You may get a surprise
Though the strokes at first are small
Soon the writing's on the wall
When you've lost your cocoon
Send for me the King of Kowloon
These are the days
When your head's used as timpani
Beaten with a baton by a
Government goon
Who is keen to erase
Any last thought of liberty
These are the ways
You'll be needing me soon
The once and future King of Kowloon
Under paper, under paint
Though the remnants may be faint
Those who know what to see
Will find traces of me
If you need a figurehead
They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead!
When darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
And when darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
You once told me I was mad
That my artistry was bad
But that was before
Now you're mocking no more.
No-one told me what to say
Which opinions were OK
So you're changing your tune
Acknowledging the King of Kowloon
When a question can't be asked
When an answer must be masked
When a long prison stay
Is a wrong word away
When a colour can't be worn
A conclusion can't be drawn
When you can't call out lies
Then be sure tyranny is on the rise
Under paper, under paint
Though the remnants may be faint
Those who know what to see
Will find traces of me
If you need a figurehead
They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead!
When darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
You may think you're in the clear
That it couldn't happen here
If you open your eyes
You may get a surprise
Though the strokes at first are small
Soon the writing's on the wall
When you've lost your cocoon
Send for me the King of Kowloon
These are the days
When your head's used as timpani
Beaten with a baton by a
Government goon
Who is keen to erase
Any last thought of liberty
These are the ways
You'll be needing me soon
The once and future King of Kowloon
Under paper, under paint
Though the remnants may be faint
Those who know what to see
Will find traces of me
If you need a figurehead
They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead!
When darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
And when darkness falls at noon
Stand with the King of Kowloon
