I've got a little secret for ya...

Even now there's something to be proud about
You come up the hard way,
And they'll remind you every day you're nothing.

Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about,
You're like a journalist ,
How you can cut and paste and twist, you're awful.

Tell it to your king, go on and tell him everything you know.

Tell him you know how I feel, tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates,
Oh I'm all levered off my face,
And just to work out what it's on about,
And see snakes in eyes and danger signs.

(It's enough to drive you miles away...)

If you were late you mustn't dare complain,
And you won't like this at all,
There's nothing to break your fall.

Oh, tell it to your king, tell him everything you know.

And you know how I feel out of place,
Until I'm levered off my face.
And I can't work out what your on about,
Didn't they explain you have to play the game, oh-oh.

Jack drinks and smokes his cares away,
His heart is in the lonely way,
Living in the ruins,
Of a castle built on sand.

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