King of Misery Songtext
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King of Misery Songtext
One jump from the pan to the fire
And a new sensation no salvation
Too bad you were thinking of yourself again
You should′ve wised up - kept your big mouth shut
Rise to the surface, take a belly full of air
It's a long way down but you know I′ll meet you there
Do your best and don't ask questions
Follow every dumb suggestion
Bad blues player sitting in the corner
With his teeth capped gold and he thinks that's soul
Sometimes you′re a lot like him
With your half-assed poses, Wake up and smell the roses
Some say that the clothes make a man
But if the suit don′t fit, then why are you wearing it?
You seem to think you're a real earth-shaker
Underneath, you′re still a faker
And now,
We find,
You've lost your mind
They want you still,
Perhaps they always will
One last try - Give me something of significance
A dream to cling to
Songs I can sing to
Once more to the breach my friends
Keep your heads down low I′ll see you at the other end
And now,
We find,
You've lost your mind
They want you still,
Perhaps they always will
You may well be,
The King of all you see
But all you see,
You fill with misery
And now,
We find,
You′ve lost
And a new sensation no salvation
Too bad you were thinking of yourself again
You should′ve wised up - kept your big mouth shut
Rise to the surface, take a belly full of air
It's a long way down but you know I′ll meet you there
Do your best and don't ask questions
Follow every dumb suggestion
Bad blues player sitting in the corner
With his teeth capped gold and he thinks that's soul
Sometimes you′re a lot like him
With your half-assed poses, Wake up and smell the roses
Some say that the clothes make a man
But if the suit don′t fit, then why are you wearing it?
You seem to think you're a real earth-shaker
Underneath, you′re still a faker
And now,
We find,
You've lost your mind
They want you still,
Perhaps they always will
One last try - Give me something of significance
A dream to cling to
Songs I can sing to
Once more to the breach my friends
Keep your heads down low I′ll see you at the other end
And now,
We find,
You've lost your mind
They want you still,
Perhaps they always will
You may well be,
The King of all you see
But all you see,
You fill with misery
And now,
We find,
You′ve lost
Writer(s): Willie Dowling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com