It's the turn of the century, you're shell shocked and stunned As you sit on the cliffs in the Mexican sun Hard to admit your competitors won They married the prom queens and hit the home runs So you're making your list of delights and prejudices You forgive us for all of our trespasses Another survey of the staggering mess that is Your little kingdom of endless embarrassments A last ditch appeal to be a contender Thanks but no thanks, return to sender When it comes down to truth there's no public defender Now you're back in line A Liar pretender So Hail to the king, the king of love I'm the king of love That's what you said My blood is the wine my body the bread With a crown of barbed wire, rubber and lead I believe that we all can be kings in our head So you're draggin your cross around in the back yard With statues of cupids and valentine cards Cursing your subjects cursing the stars Baby, being the king's not supposed to be hard Hail to the king, the king of love All hail to the king, the king of love God Save the king Bless the crown on his head Long live the king The King is dead Back at the round table, they're sending you home There's always somebody with designs on your throne At the end of the day, you're just fishes and loaves Baby, even the king of love dies alone Hail to the king, the king of love (out)