| I went to my mother, said — please make me king
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| I went to my mother, said — I’ve got to be king
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| She said son — well you’ve got to wait your turn
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| Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn
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| You were born with nothing, to nothing you’ll return
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| Ch: Now, now the lights go out — there’s no warning
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| Now, now the lights go out — there’s no reason
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| Now, now the voices cry — we don’t need you now
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| I went to my father, said — please make me king
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| Went to my father, said — I’ve got to be king
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| He said son — you’ve got to do your time
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| I’ve done fifty-three years and I haven’t yet done mine
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| You’re just one of the millions waiting in line
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| Ch: Now, now the lights go out — there’s no warning
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| Now, now the lights go out — there’s no reason
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| Now, now the voices cry — we don’t need you now
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| History gave us meaning, gave us a place
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| Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face
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| But we asked for the money and money they gave
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| And God, how that made us easy to enslave
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| So today at the office, we picked up the cheque
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| The handshake of gold, the stab in the back
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| The old men went home silent and bowed
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| The young men went drinking, drowning it out
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| So in every street, in every town, comes some young pretender
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| Just gunning for a crown — take it- take it all
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| Ch: But now, now the lights go out. |
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