The King - Piebald

The king he sat in a chair of gold

and let life let him be

his daughter sat by his side most nights

to keep him company

the wise man and the alcamist

looked over the charts and graphs

inconclusive, they’re inconclusive, hopefully this will pass

the jester said, i tried to make him laugh

The party was thrown for the king that night

and they tried to raise the dead

the golden chair still occupied

by the king’s resting head

the daughter danced with the alcamist

and of course the wise man spoke

the jester said, hey king it’s time for a little joke

no response, i think the king is broke

some weeks have passed and his subjects have

all but given up

people were tired of forcing the king

to try and live it up

the morning sun and the alcamist

watched the king make his first move

the king stood up, stretched a bit

said, i’ve got nothing to prove

listen up, i’ve got nothing to prove

and i, i just need some time off

i need some time off from all of this

yeah

and i, i just need some time off

i need some time off from all of this

yeah