I'm a king bee buzzing around your hive Now I'm a king bee darling buzzing around your hive Yeah, I can make some honey babe if you let me fly up inside
Come the war, come the avarice Come the war, come hell Come attrition, come the reek of bones Come attrition, come hell And this is why, why we fight
not dead Come singing, saying praise Her beauty lives She is not dead Come singing, saying praise Her beauty lives She is not dead Come singing, saying
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
May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world
right 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
don't respond to romance Jack, you're dead When a chick is smiling at you Even though there's nothing said If you stand there like a statue Jack, you're dead
I just can?t stop loving you I tell you the truth I love you more, baby And I?ll keep on loving you Until I?m dead Until I?m dead and cold
king isn't dead, the king's dead boring That's the song that the millions sing You name it, he's lost it, well he lacks everything The king is dead boring
Go tell this town I've built them all their coffins as for this face best to be forgotten "baby baby, I've got a reason to leave but I'm not going
Heaven, or Hell Heaven, or Hell Heaven, or Hell Where are we now? What is this place? Don't you remember little brother? We died, we're dead I wonder
my mind in a minute It breaks my heart to admit it Don't make me say The king is dead The king is dead King is dead King is dead King is dead ...
King of the road It takes four hours of pushin' broom To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit room I'm a man of means, by no means King of the road It takes
history will damn him Once it seemed like nothing can damage him [UNKLE HO MANDARIN -?? ] Crook, you got your arse played in Mandarin Finally the King is Dead
in his grip Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom? For he has freshly risen from the tomb Crown upon his head King of the dead The sword descends
to take the throne. Heartless of the world deny the king is dead. Fuck, the king is dead. Heartless with your burning eyes. The king is dead. Fuck, the king is dead
sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD Oh
by the living dead Flames are rising Can't you see you're dying? The wolves are howlin' A baby's cry in the distance Cold winds blowing In the dead
