Tell The King

I've got a little secret for you Even now there's something to be proud about You'll come up the hard way And they'll remind you every day, "you're nothing" My words in your mouth are mumbled all about You're like a journalist No you can't cut and paste and twist You're awful And tell it to your king Go on and tell him everything you know Tell him you know how I feel Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates I'm all levered off my face And just to work out what it's on about I can see snakes in eyes And danger signs If you were late You mustn't dare complain Oh, you won't like this at all There's nothing to break your fall 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 work out what she's on about Didn't they explain? You have to play the game Jack drinks and smokes his cares away His heart is in a lonely way Living in the ruins of a castle built on sand --- Tell The King - The Libertines