The King sits all alone with his head down on the throne
And he's Cryin'
The court had stood him up until they've had had enough
Of his Cryin'
His simple trick of rhetoric
Like blood from a finger with a little prick
The hanging scroll sits on a stick
And he's Cryin'
So call up your money maker
Maybe he'll find a taker
It'll take a lot to break him
Just give him time
To break
Words can fuel the fire and pretty soon they'll turn to ash
From his Cryin'
You're only foolin yourself if you think it's gonna last
From his Cryin'
There will come a day when they all pass away
Then who is gonna star in your one act play
So call up your money maker
Maybe he'll find a taker
But it'll take a lot to break him
Just give it time
To break
All in all this puppet's on a string
Everything you read is gonna sting
No matter what, this King is gonna sing
Away
It'll take a lot to break him
Just leave him alone
It'll take a lot to break him
It'll take a lot to break him
Just leave him alone
Just leave him alone