The lines of trees pa** his window
Paying homage as they wave
Ignores the taunting catcalls
From a blue capped, shell suit knave
He pretends to show his indifference
And displays a calming front
But plans on when the day comes
When he beheads the little...
Come, take a seat, ride within
Kneel at my feet, I'm your king
The shadows growing longer
As his counsel leaves for toil
He reaches for his banquet
Wrapped in regal silver foil
He's made this journey twice today
And still he's got four more
As he pa**es by his kingdom
Of cafes and discount stores
Blinkered haste drives the steeds
Endless routine, endless streets
Never ending elysium
[spoken]
Every moment the thrill and excitement increases
Innumerable field gla**es, cameras and telescopes
Are focused on his majesty's procession
The moment the whole world has been watching and waiting for
The moment is here
Familiarity breeds contempt
He's no need to impress
He's master of his empire
The world is his empress
He doesn't have to follow
He doesn't have to try
Change his robes in his own time
Leave his demons where they lie
At his feet, banished sin
Free from restraints binding him
"I'm the king, I'm the king
I'm the king, I'm the king"
"I'm the king
Of everything that my tired eyes can see
I'll permit your ride, just one last time
And suggest you take your seat
I'm the king, I'm the king
I'm the king of everything"