The King Of My Undoing

The King of my undoing shows no sign of slowing  He's canvassing the fence line, his power base is growing  He's been promising pay-outs, oh him & his door-stepping crows  But he'll strip all the wax from your wings & the skin off your nose The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing The King of my undoing Been so fond of knowing, much less of understanding  How did I find my way up here, no stairs on the landing?  We were taken by speeches of better days while livin' in rows  A long line of Sherlocks in sleeping bags looking for Homes  The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing The King of my undoing It's just an ordinary day It's just an ordinary day The King of my undoing assures me that I'm growing  Tells me that I'm on my way, but it's been 9 month's & nothin's showin'  Oh he says that he wants me for one of his door-stepping crows  Out selling the rule book on just how far self-pity goes   The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing  The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing  The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing  The King of my undoing, the King of my undoing