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, a journalist   How you can cut and paste and twist   You're awful      And tell it to your king   Oh, tell him everything you know   Tell him you know how I feel   Tell him you know I feel the palace gates are   I'm all levered off my face   And just to work out what it's on about   And see snakes in eyes   And all danger signs, oh      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 work out what your on about   Didn't they explain?   You have to play the game, oh, oh      Just drinks and smokes his cares away   His heart is in the lonely way   Living in the ruins   Of a castle built on sand