think I care? Well I know you know I know you know I know And to the man who would be king I would say only one thing And to the man who would be king
Why weep or slumber America Land of brave and true With castles and clothing and food for all All belongs to you Ev'ry man a king, ev'ry man a king For
single My simple task is to make you shake that ass On the quick fast, and to make it last It's just three men at chung king getting busy We've come
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I saw the devil, the contrary man I saw the devil down the long, long road He said to me, boy, he said to me, boy He said
There I stood in the night Out on the broken pier Me with my feet in the sea You with your face in the clouds, The man in the moon And as I heard your
The Heavy Holy Man sits on the hill, Holding hard wooden ball. Hears mysteries of the universe unfolding but blocks it all out. He has one eye pointed
I come back, come back You see my return My returning face is smiling Smile of a waiting man I, I'll be home soon, soon, soon Soon cry on your shoulder
She wouldn't need to be a bird without a wing Or be a servant to a telephone ring She could be sleeping in the comfort of another bed It wouldn't matter
My friends seem so lost But I know they don't believe what I'm sayin' They can't see the games That they're all playin' And I see the worried hearts
be king Far, far away, the man who would be king So far away, the man who would be king So far away, the man who would be king Far, far away, the man
The king of the jailhouse And the queen of the road Think sharing the burden will lighten the load So they pack up their troubles In an old Cadillac That
when i meet my king it would be a beautiful thing walking through the gates of heaven seeing my mother again like cooking naked in my heels smoking,
Oh baby, don't you want a man like me Oh baby, don't you want a man like me I can love you baby Better than your used-to-be Oh baby, don't you need a
superglue The paper money and the patched up lies The cover-up jobs, the fact they try to hide That all the king's horses and all the king's men Will
The Man Who Would Be King Bless me father I must go away To save us from the one's who don't believe Confess me father I have sin but maybe Angels really
a trunk Met a matador who said it's my woman is more Terrifying than any red bull that he saw Set a sail, set a rail, met them kings and queens There
In my dream You were stronger than ever Built ten feet tall And tougher than the Stacey's leather And in this dream you were stronger than real life
slumber America Land of brave and true With castles and clothing and food for all All belongs to you Ev'ry man a king, ev'ry man a king For you can be
