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[All the world looks towards WedaleHalf the world seems to be hereOn this day of daysThe day that will write a new page in historyThe day that will be rememberedBy the childrenGrandchildrenAnd great grandchildrenOf all the waiting delegatesWith a dignified slownessThe great gilded stagecoachMoves forward into the town hallHis majesty's processionTo the land of prince bishopsIs on its wayAnd here is comes]
He waits in his perspex chamber room
On the road in the market place
A two pound fifty haircut
Crowns his well groomed wisened face
Always stays in place
Dons his care in the community trainers
Whiter than a supernova
Awaits the royal carriage
For the journey made day over
And over, it's over, until it's over
A tut to the world in general
"Three minutes late" he moans
Passes Monday money to his driver
And alights his royal throne
Ignores his lesser subjects
As his court take hurried seats
And the driver whips the horses
And the chamber room retreats
Brick on brick, stack on stack
Block on block, hand over hand
One to one, man to man
Lock on lock, chain on chain
Brick on brick, stack on stack
Build my defensive brace
Block on block, hand over hand
Fortify my space
One to one, man to man
Usurper betrayed
Lock on lock, chain on chain
Medicinal restraint
"I'm the king of everything my tired eyes can see
I'll permit your ride, just one last time
And I suggest you take your seat
I'm the king of everything my potentate fingers meet
From this day hence, obeisance
To the King Of Number 33"
The afternoon sun was blood red
In its ascent over the valley
His senses taut as a bowstring
Sinew and muscle cording
From the hatred that stretched across
Centuries over
As intimately as he felt
The love of his mother
There was nothing direct that would tell of a threat
No sound on the ground and no scent on the wind
The warning was deeper
Straight from his inner sphere
Knowing what others had found
The call of the wild was an inherent longing
That spoke like the whisper of an unknown voice
Beguiled and beckoned, freeing the passion
Breathing deeply, eyes unblinking he steeled
Himself for the chase
The red and silver chariot
Scythed through the valley
His left hand dropped to his side
Urged his conscience to fly
The startled metal horse ran at his heels
Primal scream of elation beckons the kill
Pure solace of freedom, adrenalin thrill
Today I will let you be
I will set you free
Today
Today
The lines of trees pass his window
Paying homage as they wave
Ignores the taunting catcalls
From a blue capped, shell suit knave
He pretends to show his indifference
And displays a calming front
But plans on when the day comes
When he beheads the little...
Come, take a seat, ride within
Kneel at my feet, I'm your king
The shadows growing longer
As his counsel leaves for toil
He reaches for his banquet
Wrapped in regal silver foil
He's made this journey twice today
And still he's got four more
As he passes by his kingdom
Of cafes and discount stores
Blinkered haste drives the steeds
Endless routine, endless streets
Never ending elysium
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[Every moment the thrill and excitement increasesInnumerable field glasses, cameras and telescopesAre focused on his majesty's processionThe moment the whole world has been watching and waiting forThe moment is here]
Familiarity breeds contempt
He's no need to impress
He's master of his empire
The world is his empress
He doesn't have to follow
He doesn't have to try
Change his robes in his own time
Leave his demons where they lie
At his feet, banished sin
Free from restraints binding him
"I'm the king, I'm the king
I'm the king, I'm the king"
"I'm the king
Of everything that my tired eyes can see
I'll permit your ride, just one last time
And suggest you take your seat
I'm the king, I'm the king
I'm the king of everything"
The winter sky was laden
As he slowed in his carriage of state
His senses taut as a bowstring
Sinew and muscle cording
In response to the unknown guests
Halting the steeds
Hailing him as a friend
And offering peace
There was nothing direct that would tell of the threat
No weapons in hand nor deceit in the air
The warning was deeper as they drew near
Knowing they'd come for his crown
They talked of the comforts within his exile
Care he'd receive from the skilled infidels
Placed hands on him, invoking sedation
Breathing deeply, eyes unblinking, he screamed
"I'm the king of everything
That my blinded eyes can see
I deny my regicide
And I'll bring you to your knees
I'm the king of everything
My febrile fingers meet
I'll not repeal, I'll never yield
I'm the King Of Number 33"
"I'm the king of everything
My kingdom inside me
I'm the king of everything
The King Of Number 33"
God save our gracious king