Si senorita, something is wrong, Archibald is no politician

Mastercard, Visa, American express, underneath that shiny surface Archibald is a mess

All she, was to him was disposable

All she, was to him was some fun

All she, was to him was just trash

Now who will talk sense in to Archibald

Eating his dinner with a silver spoon

Looking down at the ordinary people from his pent-house view

Driving around in Mercedes Benz,

Spending money like a madman he would do it all again

All she, was to him was disposable

All she, was to him was some fun

All she, was to him was just trash

Now who will talk sense in to Archibald

We live, in a world severely damaged by greed and control

Time to step up to take over this show

All these pretty lies must for once be seen through

Archibald is a hypocrite but what does that make me and you

We’re looking for mistakes in everyone but our selves

We envy them few who dares to go their own way

Make their own rules, could not care less what we think

In Archibald land, Archibald is the king

King of kings. King of kings. Archibald

Some people dig for gold

When other people that don’t get to be very old, live and suffers every day

King of kings. King of kings. Archibald

Some people seek their fortune, other people don’t have food on the table, now say