The King Is Dead - Kent

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke

You will come to your senses or inhale and choke

My IQ allows me to brush you aside

You are zeros and ones you're wrong when I'm right

Now the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

Now the king lies here dead now the king lies here dead

It's not as wet as the rain or as cold as the snow

It drives him hard to the sane and the simple soul

I take a charge at my chance you know how it is

Let go of my hand you know how it is

Now the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

And my IQ allows me to brush you aside

Now the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

Now the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me

Now the king lies here dead now the king lies here dead

Now the king lies here dead

Now the king lies here dead