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 Of his 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 Maybe he'll find a taker It'll take a lot to break him Just give him time To break 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 his Cryin' There will come a day when they all pass away Then who is gonna star in your one act play So call up your money maker Maybe he'll find a taker But it'll take a lot to break him Just give it time To break All in all this puppet's on a string Everything you read is gonna sting No matter what, this King is gonna sing Away It'll take a lot to break him Just leave him alone It'll take a lot to break him It'll take a lot to break him Just leave him alone Just leave him alone