John Wesley Harding - The King Is Dead Boring lyrics

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The King puts on his raiment

And surveys the royal scene

And tries to put his finger on

The source of all his ennui

But when something goes, it's gone, you know

Starts at the top, spreads down

Just check out the faded bodywork

Beneath his rusted crown

They're waiting for impeachment

But they can't see the day

The queen can't give him any heirs

The word is he's to blame

So he beheads her for amusements

And now he's quoting Nietzsche

You'd think that he would have known

She was his one redeeming feature

But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring

That's the song that the millions sing

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring

He used to be a Don Juan

Now he's just the royal slut

Knocking up the servant girls

Waking up a half-cut

He gets a chance to win them back

But gives them some old spiel

And all they see's the ghost

Of his former ex-appeal

But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring

That's the song that his minions sing

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring

They used to sing Long Live The King

He was the man with everything

But now they shout

"Get that dull bastard out"

He used to be so Carnaby

So out of all our leagues

Now it's all that he can do

To zip up his fatigues

If only he could make excuses

Engage with us somehow

But effort is so out of place

And failure's not allowed

Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring

That's the song that the millions sing

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything

The king is dead boring