I Met Up With the King

I met up with the king He confessed his body was burning I met up with the king His body had begun to rot And he said, "Don't think less of me I'm still the same man I used to be" But no one believed him No one believed him I once knew a pretty girl And she was in love with the world And she loved a young man Who loved her body but never saw her mind He took everything she had kept And then he took everything else that was left But no one believed her No one believed her I feel just like the king As I fall on the muddy ground I feel just like you gal There's people thinking they know something now Well, I don't know anything at all And we mean nothing to history Well, thank God So tell me, do you believe me? Do you believe me? I bet you don't I bet you won't