The Rascal King

Well he was fueled by a lack Drew inspiration from a need So many problems to crack And mouths to feed Crooked was the path And brazen was the walk A cocky swagger, up the ladder And could he ever talk The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again The Rascal King behind the bars Or the one in front of them The love of God And constant contradictions With just a smile, wink or nod What's stranger, fact or fiction? And never ceasing to amaze On a regular basis First hand into his pocket Or first fist into the faces The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again The Rascal King behind the bars Or the one in front of them A legendary character When? Only then Where? Only there A hero or a hooligan? Well, that part's never clear Pride or shame, it's all the same Who's innocent and who's to blame? Politics or just a game? Well in the end they knew his name The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again The Rascal King behind the bars Or the one in front of them