Tell the King

You're not supposed to tell me about it too Keep it all I've got a little secret for ya Even now, there's something to be proud about You come up the hard way, and they'll remind you every day You're nothing Oh, my words in your mouth are mumbled all about You're like a journalist, how you can cut and paste and twist You're awful You tell it to your king, and you tell him everything you know Tell him you know how I feel Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates Oh, I'm all levered off my face And just to work out what it's on about And see snakes in eyes, and danger signs, oh Oh, so we can do this as always, oh, and... If you were late, you mustn't dare complain And you won't like this at all There's nothing to break your fall Oh, tell it to your king Tell him everything you know And you know how I feel out of place Until I'm levered off my face And I can't work out what you're on about Didn't they explain you have to play the game, oh-oh Yeah, he drinks and smokes his cares away His heart is in the lonely way Living in the ruins of a castle built on sand