The King puts on his raiment
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And surveys the royal scene
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And tries to put his finger on
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The source of all his ennui
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But when something goes, it's gone, you know
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Starts at the top, spreads down
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Just check out the faded bodywork
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Beneath his rusted crown
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They're waiting for impeachment
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But they can't see the day
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The queen can't give him any heirs
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The word is he's to blame
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So he beheads her for amusements
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And now he's quoting Nietzsche
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You'd think that he would have known
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She was his one redeeming feature
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But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring
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That's the song that the millions sing
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You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything
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The king is dead boring
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He used to be a Don Juan
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Now he's just the royal slut
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Knocking up the servant girls
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Waking up a half-cut
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He gets a chance to win them back
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But gives them some old spiel
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And all they see's the ghost
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Of his former ex-appeal
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But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring
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That's the song that his minions sing
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You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything
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The king is dead boring
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They used to sing Long Live The King
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He was the man with everything
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But now they shout
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"Get that dull bastard out"
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He used to be so Carnaby
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So out of all our leagues
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Now it's all that he can do
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To zip up his fatigues
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If only he could make excuses
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Engage with us somehow
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But effort is so out of place
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And failure's not allowed
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Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring
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That's the song that the millions sing
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You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything
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The king is dead boring
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The King Is Dead Boring
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| John Wesley Harding |
