Sitting on the wall… above it all. Suddenly, I’m heading for a fall.
Now I’m on the ground… I look around. Broken bits and shattered dreams abound.
Call the King’s Men… (all his men)
Tell him to send… (all his men)
I need them again… (call his men)
Maybe they can repair… each rip and tear
God knows, I’ve had my share…
I was unaware… life is unfair. Suddenly, there’s pieces everywhere.
I know what to do… call someone who will lend a hand, a hand to pull me through.
Call the King’s Men… (all his men)
Tell him to send… (all his men)
I need them again… (call his men)
Maybe they can restore… all these bits on the floor
God knows, I’ve been here before…
All The King’s Men declined.
They never came… they’re not to blame.
They only live in rhyme.
Even Mother Goose can’t turn them loose, oh no...
When you’re on the wall… got the world by the balls.
Take a look, take care and when you fall…
Call the King’s Men… (all his men)
Tell him to send… (all his men)
You’ll need them again… (call his men)
Maybe they can replace… without a trace
And get you back in the race…
All The King’s Men declined.
They never came… they’re not to blame.
They live in nursery rhyme.
They couldn’t come… they can’t help anyone.
All The King’s Men refused.
They never came… they’re not to blame.
They only live in rhyme.
They cannot hear… they will not appear.
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