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