All bow to the king,
Here he comes,
With pride and fake sense of self worth,
And a bounce in his step.
Let the mockery begin,
Let the poor weep,
Let the sorrow seep deep,
Let the cries go unheard,
Let him worry about what he's gonna be wearing tomorrow.
They say the king is God,
Well god ain't got time for your problems,
He's got more important things to do,
He has to make statues of himself,
He's doesn’t care about his people dying of hunger.
He's making himself an armour,
Don’t remember the last time he held a sword,
Get him some more liquor,
Or it will be another day of unjust laws.
All bow to the king,
Here he comes,
With pride and a fake sense of self worth,
And a bounce in his step.
Watch the ministers kiss the King’s hand,
Corrupted by money and power,
No longer the voices of reason,
But the voices of oppression.
The time has come,
To fight for what's our birthright,
To make the kingdom a better place to live,
Join hands, take up swords,
Dethrone the king!
Lets show the world how its done,
How we fight for what’s right,
How we stand for justice,
Let’s show them the power of revolution!
With a crown plastered to his head,
And jewels all over his clothes,
Lets take him to the slums,
Where the people die of hunger,
Lets take him to the cemeteries,
Lets show him the graves of soldiers,
Who died for the wars he waged,
Take him to mothers who lost their sons,
To the widows, to the orphans.
The time's here,
When we held the powerful accountable,
For the things they have done,
Justice shall always be delivered.
All bow to the king
Here he comes
With his pride and fake sense of self worth.
And a bounce in his step.
Let the mockery begin
Let the poor weep
Let the sorrow seep deep
Let the cries go unheard
Let him worry about what he's gonna be wearing tommorow!
