Sleepytime Gorilla Museum - Formicary lyrics

A man who would be king, a big thing To move great ma**es with his mouth To play fast and loose with limb To build a castle on the sand To lie with grace And steal with face A horrible cunning man A lovable and callous sham Condemned to flail without end Condemned to fail in the end To give more than he takes With high stakes To Save the world from itself To put his own gain on the shelf To set his mind on a higher peak And always turn the other cheek A champion of the meek What a total f**ing freak Condemned to flail, tries to mend Condemned to fail in the end Insignificant/Indispensable Dependable/Disposable Miniscule/Indefatigable A man who would be king