so a man and a woman forked out a baby and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string from a suburban palace he walked out to freedom enslaved to a concept in the world of a king
and baby's gone, he's smoking in a peacoat a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing with a poem and song written in his honor there's a concrete assumption in the world of a king
a guitar and a girlfriend just off the turnpike yeah the fountain of ego learned how to sing but the truth shall engage him with heartbreak and cold cuts in an unguarded moment in the world of a king
and baby's gone, she's dancing on a big stage with a tear and a tutu, the phone never rings and he can't go on, he's banging on a keyboard with an email to jesus from the world of a king
i took a moment to remember a moonlit night, the conversation by the candlelight was free it's never easy only trying to please yourself, i'm never happy with nobody else but me
so a man and a woman forked out a baby and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string he says "bring me your tired, your poor and your hungry and i'll love them forever in the world of a king"
and baby's gone. he's smoking in a peacoat a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing and he stayed too long, he wore out his welcome but he's finally departing from the world of a king it's so far behind him in the world of a king, yeah the world of a king