The King is dead lyrics

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke

You’ll come to your senses or inhale and choke

My IQ allows me to brush you aside

You’re zeros and ones, you’re wrong where I’m right

Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

Now the king lies here dead,

now the king lies here dead

It’s not as wet as the rain

or as cold as the snow

It drives him in hard to the sane

and the simple soul

I take a charge at my chance

you know how it is

Let go of my hand

You know how it is

Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

And my IQ allows me to brush you aside

Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

Now the king lies here dead,

now the king lies here dead