The King Is Dead Boring Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

The king puts on his raiment 

And surveys the royal scene 

And tries to put his finger on 

The source of all his ennui 

But when something goes, it's gone, you know 

Starts at the top, spreads down 

Just check out the faded bodywork 

Beneath his rusted crown 

They're waiting for impeachment 

But they can't see the day 

The queen can't give him any heirs 

The word is he's to blame 

So he beheads her just for fun 

And now he's quoting Nietzsche 

When you'd think that he would have known 

She was his one redeeming feature 

But the 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 

He used to be a Don Juan 

Now he's just the royal slut 

He's knocking up the servant girls 

And he's waking up half-cut 

He gets a chance to win us back 

But gives them some old spiel 

And all they see is the ghost 

Of his former sex-appeal 

But the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring 

That's the song that his millions sing 

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything 

The king is dead boring 

They used to sing, Long live the King 

He was the man with everything 

But now they shout, Get that dull bastard out 

Get that dull bastard out 

He used to be so Carnaby 

So out of all our leagues 

But now it's all that he can do 

To zip up his fatigues 

If only he could make excuses 

Engage with us somehow 

But effort is so out of place 

And failure's not allowed 

Because the king isn't dead, the king's dead boring 

That's the song that the millions sing 

You name it, he's lost it, he lacks everything 

No the 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 

Well he lacks everything, the king's dead boring