I’m the king The whole The whole day long I sit I sit on the throne People lean On my On my advice I shouldn’t relax even over the nights But it’s such a predictable world and I can Walk the rounds with my eyes closed But when I try to get lost To have a snack All problems rise like harpies, like a hurricane Every nook Is in Is in my view All ins and outs That I secure Hey you, rogue! Please step Step in for my I’ll stretch the legs If time permits But it’s such a predictable world and I can Walk the rounds with my eyes closed But when I try to get lost To have a snack All problems rise like harpies, like a hurricane
Some call it the sod’s law Some keep it unnoticed While I’m having my mind blown I continue to think I’m cursed
Broken stile Stolen purse Leaky tap I am cursed The morning kills I want I want the bus To make this ride forever last Like Achilles - No matter how long he tries Can’t reach the tortoise Maybe it’s wise? But it’s such a predictable world and I can Walk the rounds with my eyes closed But when I try to get lost To have a snack All problems rise like harpies, like a hurricane