The King of Lies

Stranded in the present tense Looking forward to the past But come the hour, come the man Who doesn't really give a damn Who will pay the price again Well, the die's already cast The ones who run the hardest race Always come in last Who will pay the price again? Like every time before The ones who wouldn't make a fuss The fragile and the poor And the victories are empty When the truth is so unfair But come the hour, come the man Who never really had a plan And solitude feels phoney When others are in fear But we could kill each other Just by being near Yes, solitude feels phoney But I'm pulling down the blind The world has closed its front door Dear god now, what lies behind All alone in the sea A brave little country set free By a man so sick with ambition He infected a nation Oh, never mind! Life is unkind Let's just be blind Yeah, let's crucify a decent man Let's hail the King of Lies Let's find someone we all can hate The old, the young, the wise Protect the god-damned statues Leave the sick to die alone Because he has been chosen And the King is on his throne What sweet dreams he dreams In that royal bed Does he see the grateful people come To crown the empire's favourite son? Or do the ghost town streets Trouble his uneasy head? Does he see them haunted By the thousands of the dead? See the ghost town streets now crowded By the dead as they arise And all-as-one they raise their hands And hail the King of Lies