By distant moon
Date: 28 December 2000
King Me
Diffuse this bomb it's ticking, deep within my mind
Her eyes are all that calms the heated copper lines
Hopefully the biggots screaming will trail all the tracks
The footprint markings are still warm upon my back...
Hey now, it's not that easy like you said
What disagreements end in so much consequence?
Rituals burning in the distances
To burn our past ignites all forgotten trends...
Confuse this mob it's screaming, outside of our doors
Her voice is all that calms the masses 'fore they start their chores
And surely as engines bursting out of wombs
These bastard children carving all their proof
Hey now, it's not that easy like you said
What disagreements end in so much consequence?
Rituals burning in the distances
To burn our past ignites all forgotten trends...
Knight me, John, I am a picture perfect one
King me, John, you're not so good at this...are you?
King me, John...you're not so good...
Hey now, it's not like anyone else said
Our disagreements start with so much consequence
Our ritual burned to a crisp deep in the distances
And you're fired...
You're fired...
You're fired...
Decapitated heart throb in the throws of love
Until the mistletoe just robs the 12 days of their doves
And drinking too much can get risky now-a-days
In each and every situation that you face
Hey now
You got your picture perfect life
In retrospect you would have stayed in bed last night
But your opinion dictates all your distinct lives
What's real?
What's real?
You're fired...
Knight me, King me, I'm just a figment of your imagination
(spoken: "Sir...I believe it's time for you to leave.")
(spoken: "But I haven't even danced with the bride.")
(spoken: "Sir...Leave now or we'll throw you out.")
(spoken: "But can't you see, she's in love with me, just look at the way she stares. Her eyes are glossy and her scent reaks of sex.")
(spoken: "Sir, do try and speak kindly, we are in the Lord's house.")
(spoken: "This isn't over, you know. I'll be back.")
(spoken by woman: "Dear, please quit talking to yourself, you're scaring the children."
(spoken: "Yes, dear.")
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