King Richard TLH Songtext
von Masters of Reality

Where are the green fields where do we lay
In glass domes and warm rooms where nobody plays
Who do you trust in a world gone insane

The light of Aladdin
The seat of Apollo
The hawk in the distance
Too far to be swallowed

Nothing to do, ho ho
Don′t believe it
Nothing to do, ho ho
Don't believe it

My love falls before you like your dress on the ground
Where boys seek respite where girls lay it down
The pride that we ran with sleeps silently sound


The light of Aladdin
The seat of Apollo
The hawk in the distance
Too far to be swallowed

The pigeons applauding
At each new disturbance
The holiday singers are
Killed for observance

Nothing to do, ho ho
Don′t believe it
Nothing to do, ho ho
Don't believe it

Nothing to do, ho ho
Don't believe it
Nothing to do, ho ho
Don′t believe it