so a man and a woman forked out a baby
and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string
from a suburban palace he walked out to freedom
enslaved to a concept in the world of a king
and baby's gone, he's smoking in a peacoat
a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing
with a poem and song written in his honor
there's a concrete assumption in the world of a king
a guitar and a girlfriend just off the turnpike
yeah the fountain of ego learned how to sing
but the truth shall engage him with heartbreak and cold
cuts
in an unguarded moment in the world of a king
and baby's gone, she's dancing on a big stage
with a tear and a tutu, the phone never rings
and he can't go on, he's banging on a keyboard
with an email to jesus from the world of a king
i took a moment to remember a moonlit night
the conversation by the candlelight was free
it's never easy only trying to please yourself
i'm never happy with nobody else but me
so a man and a woman forked out a baby
and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string
he says "bring me your tired, your poor and your hungry
and i'll love them forever in the world of a king"
and baby's gone. he's smoking in a peacoat
a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing
and he stayed too long, he wore out his welcome
but he's finally departing from the world of a king
it's so far behind him in the world of a king, yeah the
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