I pretend you don't use As a way to provide the excuse I've been read through my head When I couldn't afford the nuisance Just to come back again And look away as you Throw away the king You retain the guilt Well I guess that's the way Milk gets spilt (sic) And yes I've been lead Through a herd When I couldn't stop the nuisance Just to come back again Just to feel you near me Gather the children and watch as they're playing They'll surely be telling the tale of my impending fall I used to be the king of it all... Someone got hit at that terrible old junction The witnesses pray as the awkwardness washes away It's just another one of those days Send me a victim and I'll show you a sign Nothing gets better and nothing is fine That's the way of the world you created When you threw away the king Throw away the king And look away as you Throw away the king