The Outing of the King

(Words and music, 2007)

The king, he said,

"I'm on my own,

I've wasted time,

my light has shone

for too long now,

I'm dying out,

I'm going to see for myself

what the world is all about."

He placed his robe

down on the ground,

his subjects swore,

the only sound

was the ringing jewels

around the neck

of the cotton-mouthed king

and his two-toned neglect.

And no one heard

the old man cry,

for he was just an old pharaoh

drowning in the Nile,

and when his arms rose

to show his love,

he looked up

and saw the one-eyed sun

spit down from up above.

So the king, he walked

right up the street,

trying to be funny

to the folks he'd meet,

'cause when people laugh,

they're entertained,

and then they're more willing

to forget all of their pain.

He saw the people,

they were working hard,

to meet demands

and feed their kids,

the lid upon the money jar

was up too high

for the modest hands to reach.

So the king he smiled,

and bit his nails,

for he held hands

with God until

he saw his land

was really hell,

so he looked up

and became the victim

of some kind of religious spell.