Artist: Herd
Song:The King is Dead
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Lyrics:
We danced like New Year's Eve
We danced from sheer relief
Everything must change
The people that you projected us as-
We were nothing of the sort; it sold us all short.
Put down the champagne
No toast to the legacy
And all the propaganda of prosperity
That's what a machine does and they don't need therapy
You turned us into a nation of haters
Far-right appeaser, believer in whatever kept you leader
Dog whistle through the speakers see who bites it
I noticed a hell of a lot of people liked it
An ethical choice is simpler if you price it
Conquer by dividing-that's why you admired him?
Unless pushed we would never have retired him
Fuckin' pirate, history will damn him
Once it seemed like nothing can damage him
Crook, you got your arse played in Mandarin
Finally the King is Dead
We cried "off with his head!"
Everything must change
Everything must change
We danced like New Year's Eve
We danced from relief
Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Nothing stays the same
Cats I know are feeling this like the Rapture
I can tell who this mood is failing to capture
It's like somebody finally did light that match up
And burn down the parliament, learned from the argument
Can't be non-partisan, when you're an artist
And you put your heart in it, and that's not even the half of it
Like my man said, we're talking butter and bread
Better if his words were never uttered again
Mostly vindictive, who could have predicted
Just a few tax breaks to keep us all addicted
The dickhead dictator, leader, imitator
Made me feel immature when I said "I hate ya"
Did you read the paper the day after and hear the laughter?
I'll read it to you, it starts with M. McKew and ends with you
No broader view for the people on your ship
Who you used to call crew
Ha! That's typical, now I guess it's difficult
For the type of person who only thinks of individual
No residual, you'll see our resilience
Take your bat and ball and head for the pavilion.
Finally the King is Dead
We cried "off with his head!"
Everything must change
Everything must change
We danced like New Year's Eve
We danced from relief
Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Nothing stays the same
We danced like New Year's Eve
We danced from relief
Everything must change
Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses,
Quickly consign him to part of the past
Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses,
Quickly consign him to part of the past...
Finally the King is Dead
We cried "off with his head!"
Everything must change
Everything must change
We danced like New Year's Eve
We danced from relief
Everything must change
Nothing stays the same
Nothing stays the same
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music or photos, this is just to promote Herd. If you enjoy the song please purchase the CD.
4 фев 2012
