Em 2x
"i got a little secret for ya"
Even now there's something to be proud about
You come up the hard way
And they remind you every day
You're nothing
Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about
You're like a journalist
You can cut and paste and twist
You're awful
Tell it to your king
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how i feel
At the palace gates
I'm all levered of my face
And I just can't work out what it's all about
I see snakes in eyes
And danger signs
If you were late you mustn't dare complain
And you wont like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall
Oh tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I've levered of my face
And I can work out what you're on about
Didn't they explain
you have to play the game
Johnny drinks and smokes his cares away,
his heart is in the lonely way,
living in the ruins
of a castle built on sand