The papers read that the king is dead   The people said what we need instead   Is to be on our own   But people, they do the strangest things   You never know what they might do   When they are left alone   There's men without gods and gods without men   And a spirit of which none of them can transcend   But something peculiar is happening   We should just be happy with just what we've got   And the problems should be too few to mention   But they're not      Where can I go for some information?   So tired of the big sensation   I need to know what's going on   Oh well you're the well-informed   Into your world which I was born   My friend, here's to you   How would I know if there was something wrong   When the weak of heart out-survive the strong   The truth is almost always confidential   You never know just what you've got until it's gone   And your friends have never seemed so essential   When you're wrong      Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable   I know this might sound strange, don't ever change      Amazingly unfaceable, entirely replaceable   There's nothing I would rearrange, don't ever change      Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place   Don't try to save face my friend      There was a time and there was a place   For your face and for your race but it's been swept away