Give me steel, give me turbo and steel.
And you can point your missiles at me.
I've been sleeping for four long years.
I wanna know what happened to the money.
I'll take you down the a-roads and the birdlands,
Dead satellites and up onto the bandstand,
With just a dashboard figurine I have in my hand.
Fred Astaire, Edith Piaf, Son of Sam.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
How dare you sharpen your claws,
With the word of God.
Is this really how the west got won?
By throwing ashes out in a snowstorm.
I wanna creep and crawl,
Where the thoroughbred won't tread,
Where the papers don't get shred,
Where the new Apollo's not dead.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
I'm the King Of England.
You didn't hear it from me. You didn't hear that love is real.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
I'm the King Of England.
You didn't hear it from me. You didn't hear that love is real.
Through darkened doors.
And unlit towns.
We take this love to you.
And you can point your missiles at me.
I've been sleeping for four long years.
I wanna know what happened to the money.
I'll take you down the a-roads and the birdlands,
Dead satellites and up onto the bandstand,
With just a dashboard figurine I have in my hand.
Fred Astaire, Edith Piaf, Son of Sam.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
How dare you sharpen your claws,
With the word of God.
Is this really how the west got won?
By throwing ashes out in a snowstorm.
I wanna creep and crawl,
Where the thoroughbred won't tread,
Where the papers don't get shred,
Where the new Apollo's not dead.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
I'm the King Of England.
You didn't hear it from me. You didn't hear that love is real.
I'm the King Of England.
So bring me the head of the man who took my people to war.
I'm the King Of England.
So give me a piece of your heart so I can put it up on the wall.
I'm the King Of England.
You didn't hear it from me. You didn't hear that love is real.
Through darkened doors.
And unlit towns.
We take this love to you.
Contributed by Kizette Brooks - 2007/7/27 - 00:56
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