Is there a king that can do no wrong When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance The crown that sings its very own song You crack the whip-and I'll break the lance
You make me feel so proud and sure You make me feel like an emperor So secure from the familiar Uncommon sense is the great leveller An emperor-we need you An emperor-we need you Best to flatter the devil-than fight him
The weak heart hidden-in weaker sin An occupation is as good as land
In you I have a kingdom in the palm of my hand
Even a speckle of sand
Can be dangerous in the right hand Don't want to be no inflexible flake If I'm standing too brittle-I know that I'll break And all the doors-I broke inot And all the doors-I opened for you And lift the hammer-lift the curse I've seen too many crack at the seams The chance to put heaven back on earth I need the wonder of all my wet dreams
Little fears keep us in chains
And throw away thoughts, flushed down the drains Sweet poetryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
