King of Poland
Read in the paper
The other day
King of Poland died in his sleep
Weighted down, all I hear
Read in the paper
The other day
King of Poland died in his sleep
Weighted down, all I hear’s a whisper
I heard a rumor
About your pretty face
Shiny apple, shining grace
I dream of people, the human race
King of Poland of the human race
Weighted down, all I hear’s a whisper
We are just dust of stars that travel all alone
You crashed your bicycle, it cut you to the bone
We are just dust of stars that travel all alone
You crashed your bicycle, it cut you to the bone