DeeExpus - King Of Number 33 lyrics

I - Paupers Parade [spoken] All the world looks towards Wedale Half the world seems to be here On this day of days The day that will write a new page in history The day that will be remembered By the children Grandchildren And great grandchildren Of all the waiting delegates With a dignified slowness The great gilded stagecoach Moves forward into the town hall His majesty's procession To the land of prince bishops Is on its way And here is comes II - Accession He waits in his perspex chamber room On the road in the market place A two pound fifty haircut Crowns his well groomed wisened face Always stays in place Dons his care in the community trainers Whiter than a supernova Awaits the royal carriage For the journey made day over And over, it's over, until it's over A tut to the world in general "Three minutes late" he moans Pa**es Monday money to his driver And alights his royal throne Ignores his lesser subjects As his court take hurried seats And the driver whips the horses And the chamber room retreats Brick on brick, stack on stack Block on block, hand over hand One to one, man to man Lock on lock, chain on chain Brick on brick, stack on stack Build my defensive brace Block on block, hand over hand Fortify my space One to one, man to man Usurper betrayed Lock on lock, chain on chain Medicinal restraint "I'm the king of everything my tired eyes can see I'll permit your ride, just one last time And I suggest you take your seat I'm the king of everything my potentate fingers meet From this day hence, obeisance To the King Of Number 33" III - The Physician And The Traitor The afternoon sun was blood red In its ascent over the valley His senses taut as a bowstring Sinew and muscle cording From the hatred that stretched across Centuries over As intimately as he felt The love of his mother There was nothing direct that would tell of a threat No sound on the ground and no scent on the wind The warning was deeper Straight from his inner sphere Knowing what others had found The call of the wild was an inherent longing That spoke like the whisper of an unknown voice Beguiled and beckoned, freeing the pa**ion Breathing deeply, eyes unblinking he steeled Himself for the chase The red and silver chariot Scythed through the valley His left hand dropped to his side Urged his conscience to fly The startled metal horse ran at his heels Primal scream of elation beckons the k** Pure solace of freedom, adrenalin thrill IV - The Hunt Today I will let you be I will set you free Today today V - Neverending Elysium 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" VI - Rex Mortuus Est the winter sky was laden As he slowed in his carriage of state His senses taut as a bowstring Sinew and muscle cording In response to the unknown guests Halting the steeds Hailing him as a friend And offering peace There was nothing direct that would tell of the threat No weapons in hand nor deceit in the air The warning was deeper as they drew near Knowing they'd come for his crown They talked of the comforts within his exile Care he'd receive from the sk**ed infidels Placed hands on him, invoking sedation Breathing deeply, eyes unblinking, he screamed "I'm the king of everything That my blinded eyes can see I deny my regicide And I'll bring you to your knees I'm the king of everything My febrile fingers meet I'll not repeal, I'll never yield I'm the King Of Number 33" "I'm the king of everything My kingdom inside me I'm the king of everything The King Of Number 33" God save our gracious king