The King

The king sits all alone With his head down on the throne And he's cryin' The court had stood him up Until they've had, had enough And he's cryin' His simple trick of rhetoric Like blood from a finger with a little prick The hanging scroll sits on a stick And he's cryin' So call up your money maker (call up your money maker) And maybe he'll find a taker (maybe he'll find a taker) It'll take a lot to break him Just give him time to break The words can fuel the fire And pretty soon they'll turn to ash From his cryin' You're only foolin' yourself If you think it's gonna last From he's cryin' And thеre will come a day when thеy They all pass away then Who is gonna star In your one act play? So call up your money maker (call up your money maker) And maybe he'll find a taker (maybe he'll find a taker) It'll take a lot to break him Just give him time to break Oh, yeah Oh, they'll break All in all this puppet's on a string (oh, a string) Everything you read is gonna sting, sting No matter what, the king is gonna sing (sing), sing away Woah It'll take a lot to break him Yeah, just leave him alone (it'll take a lot to break him) It'll take a lot to break him (it'll take a lot to break him) It'll take a lot to break him (it'll take a lot to break him) Oh, give him time (just leave him alone)