Tell The King lyrics

didn`t give you something to be proud about
if you come up the hard way they remind you every day:
`you`re nothing`
my words in your moth are mumbled all about
you`re like a tabloid journalist
the way you cut and paste and twist: you`re awful
go and tell it to your king, tell him everything
tell him you know how I feel tell him you know how I feel
at the palace gates when I`m all levered off my face
and I can work out what it`s not about
and see snakes in eyes and a million danger signs

if you come late you shouldn`t dare complain
and you won`t like this at all
there`s nothing to break your fall
and you know how I feel out of place
until I`m levered off my face....