The King

There was a king Living carefree He wanted the world he wanted everything He ruled with a fist His people were starved He watched as they begged behind his castle guards Diamonds and pearls Emeralds and gold He bathed in the riches only he could know But with time came age His health in decline The fate of his legacy left to the tides So he ran to his queen and demanded a child Planted his seed then he cast her aside Several moons later she bore him a son But died just to give him his own flesh and blood Ooh Ooh The son grew like weeds He soon was eighteen He ventured outside of the castle to see The faces so gaunt The dead in the streets They cried out for help but nobody could hear Deep down inside him something had stirred He laughed at the ruins his father incurred Fire in his veins he stormed back to the throne Stared down the king with a rage still unknown Ooh The father decreed The new rule of law His son to be banished outside of the walls But the son had a plan And his heart was convinced There'd never be room for both king and a prince He rallied the people and charged through the gates Shield in one hand but the other a blade With one fell swoop his own father deposed He sat on the throne and adorned his new crown Ooh The son was elated The kingdom was his Diamonds and emeralds and gold-plated bliss But what of the people The legends don't say Just like a memory They faded away There was a king Living carefree He wanted the world he wanted everything