Guided By Voices - King Arthur The Red lyrics

rate me

Cells are crazy in the head, evils buried in the land

For the king, for the dread

Animated freed, and cared

To be led

Violence, hatred in the rains

Kill the best and move the trains

Tax implies by the source of gains

Constant fantasy put in the lanes

No one explains

From the pain to the edge

Set the strokes from heaven's edge

From the wedge, reap the crowd of heaven's edge