The Real King - The Weeks

Hush when the walls start to shake

Speak in some foreign language

Oh but you trust when she weeps

She’s got that real anguish

Push from the tongue through the teeth

Chop up and give us something

You can just tell when he speaks

He’s not the second coming

We want the first one

They want the real thing

We want the first one

Taste of a real king

Blasphemy

Is it blasphemy

There ain’t one clean soul down here

Blasphemy

If you’re asking me

I can see that one pretty clear

The real king is here

Just cause he walks where he walks

Don’t mean that ground is sacred

I’ve seen this magic before

Certain that they all faked it

Tales from a hungrier mouth

Way more than gold and silver

Like songs that your grandmother sang

Sometimes I still hear

We want the first one

They want the real thing

We want the first one

Taste of a real king

Blasphemy

Is it blasphemy

There ain’t one clean soul down here

Blasphemy

If you’re asking me

I can see that one pretty clear

The real king is here

Blasphemy

Is it blasphemy

There ain’t one clean soul down here

Blasphemy

If you’re asking me

I can see that one pretty clear

The real king is here