All The King's Friends

The papers read that the king is dead The people said what we need instead Is to be on our own But people, they do the strangest things You never know what they might do When they are left alone There's men without gods and gods without men And a spirit of which none of them can transcend But something peculiar is happening We should just be happy with just what we've got And the problems should be too few to mention But they're not Where can I go for some information? So tired of the big sensation I need to know what's going on Oh well you're the well-informed Into your world which I was born My friend, here's to you How would I know if there was something wrong When the weak of heart out-survive the strong The truth is almost always confidential You never know just what you've got until it's gone And your friends have never seemed so essential When you're wrong Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable I know this might sound strange, don't ever change Amazingly unfaceable, entirely replaceable There's nothing I would rearrange, don't ever change Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place Don't try to save face my friend There was a time and there was a place For your face and for your race but it's been swept away --- All the King's Friends - Soul Asylum