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
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 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
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 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)