I Met Up With The King

I met up with the king

He confessed his body was burning

I met up with the king

His body had began to rot and he said

"Don't think less of me

'I'm still the same that I used to be"



But no one believed him

No one believed him



I once knew a pretty girl

And she was in love with the world

And she loved a young man

Who loved her body but never saw her mind

He took everything she had kept and then

Took everything else that was left



But no one believed her

No one believed her



I feel just like the king

As I fall on the muddy ground

I feel just like you guys

There's people thinking they know something now

Well I don't know anything at all

And we mean nothing history well thank God



So tell me do you believe me?

Do you believe me?

I bet you don't

I bet you won't