• The old king decided to step of his throne,
    yes he tried, yes he tried, yes he tried,
    But his brain wouldn't slavery postpone,
    so he cried and he cried and he cried.

    His tears fell for his beloved queen,
    He had loved, he had loved, he had loved
    and he realized how horrid he really had been,
    with regret, with regret, with regret.

    But he wouldn't let sadness overthrow pride,
    Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no,
    Then the hatred swept towards him in an oncoming tide,
    And he died, and he died, and he died.

    Now this was a story of kings, queens, and hate
    not to scale, not to scale, not to scale.
    So, little king, you shouldn't debate
    Or you'll fail, or you'll fail, or you'll fail