Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke   You'll come to your senses or inhale and choke   My IQ allows me to brush you aside   You're zeros and ones, you're wrong where I'm right      chorus:   Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free   I am going ahead with the reinvention of me   Now the king lies here dead,   now the king lies here dead      It's not as wet as the rain or   as cold as the snow   It drives him in hard to the sane   and the simple soul      I take a charge at my chance   you know how it is   Let go of my hand   You know how it is      [chorus]      And my IQ allows me to brush you aside      [chorus]