Revenge Of The King
(Kula Shaker)
Freedom, spring has come
Healing everyone
God bless the King
Brothers gather around, get ready to sing
We been waiting so long
Revenge of the King
The oil has run dry
The great seas did rise
And the water ran under your door
Everybody knows there’ll be more…
Freedom, tears of joy
Weeping, love of God
God Bless the King
Brothers gather around, get ready to sing
See the demons afraid
Revenge of the king
There’s a breed of man
With blood upon his hands
He was crazy since the day he was born
But we don’t have to fear them anymore
Say I don’t wanna die like a rat on a ship
I don’t wanna die for somebody’s kicks
Give me some fire
In my hand
I’m just a loser but-
I’m gonna make a stand
Freedom, tears of joy
Weeping, love of God
God Bless the King
TORNA
SU
Dictator Of The Free World
(Kula Shaker)
Im an A1-major league- Sociopath
My Daddy’s in oil, and my life is a gas
It’s good to be King
Oh yea... let the choirs sing out, sing out!
I cut my foes and my enemies down
I blew up their homes and their towns
No one is as powerful as me, enthroned in popularity
Im a Dic - I’m the Dic - I’m a Dic - I’m a Dictator
Dictator of the free world - a c’mon!
Im a killer, I’m a digger in the Artic lands,
Who cares about the weather
when you’re as rich as I am,
I’m making waves... baby, cos’ Jesus saves!
People say are you crazy I say wow, wow wow!
I’m gonna send your ass to Guatanamo
No one else is quite a rich as me
Or does as much for charity
I’m a Dic - I’m a Dic- I’m a Dic - I’m a Dictator
Dictator of the free world - a c’mon!
Let us pray…
God is with us- on our side
Who cares if coloured people die!
Hell, I’m so good at making friends
I tell you now... this is the END!
I’m a Dic - I’m a Dic- I’m the Dic - I’m a Dictator
Dictator of the free world - a c’mon!
TORNA
SU
Troubadour
(Kula Shaker)
I’m dreaming of your brazen arms again
Your skin that’s softer than snow
Keeps my darkness company
I swear that I’ll never let go
Girl be kind; Be mine,
Let me be your troubadour
I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
You make a liar, you make a cheat
You make a prince out the poet in me
I see two wild horses by a stream
Heading for the old country
A voice says “boy it’s all in your head”
It’s seems pretty real to me
Girl be kind; Be mine,
Let me be your troubadour
I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
You make a liar, you make a cheat
You make a prince out the poet in me
A Troubadour
My love, my muse
Come with me
Cast out from the world we know
Eastward bound
Out to the sea
Our fortune awaits us there
Our fortune awaits us there
Doll, be kind, be fine,
Let me be your troubadour
I don’t deny, I can’t sing and I’m poor
I was a liar, I was a freak
You made a king out of the poet in me
A Troubadour
TORNA
SU
Six Feet Down
(Mills/Bevan)
I am six feet down in an open grave
Living dead shuffling through my brain
In a shopping mall, or a multiplex
All I see is the presence of death
Don’t ask me
To the party tonight
I’d bum you out,
Yea I’d spin you out, oh-woe.
I’m six feet down in an open grave,
Thinking bout all the mess I made
In my world of pain, my broken home
I can hear a voice, but I’m all alone
Oh my my, I need the magical seed
That’s the sound of love comin’ to rescue me
Comin’ to rescue me
A Love to rescue me
Oh my Jesus, you can heal the blind?
Oh my Jesus, I’m a similar kind,
Oh my Jesus, can you spare some time at all?
Oh my Jesus - come and rescue me
Oh my Jesus - come and rescue me
I’m six feet down - what's become of me?
Oh my Jesus, come and rescue me!
Well I’m six feet down
At the end of the line
I’ve got no shoes
I got no time
But I thank you Lord,
For laying me here,
For the end is nigh
And I feel no fear
TORNA
SU
