| Guess I got lucky
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| That God didn’t take me away
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| Administered to by flunkies
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| And baptised every day
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| But I think I’ve got it figured
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| I’ve fallen into hell somehow
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| So tell those vacant visitors
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| That this is my kingdom now
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| They line the hallways
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| A colonnade of bones
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| I pull their strings sideways
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| And wheel them about in their thrones
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| And I know this can’t be paradise
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| That much the angels will allow
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| So tell those shuffing shadows
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| That this is my kingdom now
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| I was sure that I could hear applause
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| And that I should take a bow
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| But no-one seems to care in here
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| That this is my kingdom now
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| Guess I got lucky
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| That God didn’t take me away
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| I motion like a monkey
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| And hope somebody sees me today
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| And the peasants from the village
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| They have brought their horse and plough
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| So I turn my face to the radio
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| And say 'this is my kingdom now'
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| And my daughter looks so queenly
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| As her fingers feather my brow
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| And the crown, it fits so keenly
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| 'Cause this is my kingdom now |