Listen
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Hear it all
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Of a tale
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Of a man
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Of the king
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Of his sins
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How he lived
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How he falls
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And on the throne
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Where he sits
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With his grip
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On us all
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From the West
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To the East
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With his teeth
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On our feast
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And in the kingdom on the fields of the peasants
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There were men who worked their fingers to the bone
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To feed the king's mass addictions and treasures
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But from the dust arose a man, known as Jonas
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He said, "Men, be not divided in tongues,"
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"This land is ours, we shall not kneel to a master!"
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"Do we not sow the same seeds as each other?"
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"Then why not eat the grain that's fit for a king?"
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But on the throne¡¦
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The king continued to enjoy all his luxuries
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With golden coins slipping through his thick fingertips
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His laughter echoing upon the palace walls
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"Lock the gates! There's no need for such pestilence!
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The people of my rule don't need my attention!
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It's time for revel, stand in awe of my majesty!"
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Replacing glutton for the needs of the plenty!
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Now Jonas had his mob of men
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And he said, "Listen now, my brethren!
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Because tonight we will fight for our honor!"
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We'll kill for our sons and we'll die for our daughters!"
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So by god, grab a sword, grab a torch!
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Take up arms in this struggle as we fight for justice!
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Want to fight for justice
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Then, JOIN IN, JOIN IN!
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Why delay? Let's not waste our time
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For the night is short, and the future is mine!
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I mean ours, and the time says His Majesty's reign is up
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YES, YES! That His Majesty's reign is up!"
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So they stormed with hopes held high
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With their swords and their flames to the sky
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And they fight with their lives on the line
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As they screamed, "LET US IN, LET US IN!"
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And now the king who wasn't known for his pleasantries
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Rounded the guards and then he ordered the slaughter
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"Kill them all, but keep their leader for hostage
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For he'll be used as my pawn and example
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So at dusk, we'll take the man known as Jonas
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And from the gallows he will swing dead in the wind
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And make sure the execution is brutal
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As an example for all those who oppose me!"
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Who... ?
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Who?
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Who opposes me?!
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Who?
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Who opposes me?!
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Who?
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Who opposes me?!
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I said, who?
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Who opposes me?!
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I say, HANG, HANG, HANG, HANG, HANG!
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Who opposes me?!
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And Jonas walked up the steps quickly
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His brow covered in sweat and pride
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And in the background he heard
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"KILL THE KING, KILL THE KING!"
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And he was met by the king in the most glorious of battles
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And with all his might he thrust his sword into the king
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And he ascended the steps to the throne
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And gently placed the crown on top of his head
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And his eyes turned red with greed
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And he said¡¦
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"It's mine...
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It's mine...
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The throne is mine...
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This is land is mine...
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These men are mine...
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This kingdom's mine..."
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"My men who have followed me
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Pick up your weapons again
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This fight isn't over
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He must guard ourselves against the pestilence that still rages outside!
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Do not celebrate!
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Do not cheer!
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For it is I, King Jonas
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Lock the gates! Lock the gates!
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Rebuild those walls!
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There is no need for such pestilence!
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There is no need for such pestilence!"
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A King¡¯s Tale
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Chaos Con Queso |