King Of The Fools

Oh there he goes The king with the wooden crown A throne alone He's looking so sad and alone King of his world He roams through his kingdom at night It looks so good Until it all fades into the morning light Tonight's looking beautiful Sad but so beautiful Dark yet so wonderful Hold your head high because Sorrow becomes you, you wear it so well Sorrow becomes you it's easy to tell Though my heart always rules I'll be king of the fools Wearing sorrow with my crown of tears