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

Tell it to your king

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

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 your on about
Didn't they explain

You have to play the game, oh-oh

He drinks and smokes his cares away

His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand