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