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 Now the king lies here dead, now the king lies here dead
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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
