Let's ask what the markets would do 'Cause markets have feelings too But just might not be in the mood Sitting there, playing stick-man golf on his phone He didn't ask for any of this None of this "Her life is in your hands!" And Moody says he's good for it Said we can build the whole thing right here on this sand Bring me a Fire King Bring me a Fire King Who's ever next in line Is taking her sweet time All of this scrambling Is filling more than a God-shaped hole So many chancers It's hard to know who the real stars are anymore I can listen and nod solemnly Believe in real change, right now And turn right back to worrying About weather this bin-liner's gonna fit around Bring me a Fire King Bring me a Fire King Who's ever next in line Is taking her sweet time Bring me a Fire King Bring me a Fire King Who's ever next in line Is taking her sweet time Is taking her sweet time Is taking her sweet time Is taking her sweet time Is taking her sweet time