The King

Ethan Jewell

Tom original: Am Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 4

(início)

Am C G Am

Verse 1

Am
Once upon a time
There was a powerful king
F
He ruled half the world
He ruled half of everything
C
I mean - some really loved him
Some really liked him, man
G
They must be really dim

Verse 2

Am
His smile shook the stenches of the rotten undergrounds
F
His snakelike words manipulated those around
C
But nobody cared 'cause he's the king of the world!
G
And around him, we never got bored

Verse 3

C
Jester, jester, come tell those funny jokes
F
The king doubles over, he laughs and he croaks
            C
Hiding his insecurities behind a great, grand cloak
             G
What a fantastic, powerful bloke

Verse 4

Am
Knight, great knight, say "Where art thou?"
F
With your fancy sword and your Turkish bow
C
Please, sir Knight, make the King feel superior
G
And while you're at it, call in the fiddler

Verse 5

Am
All these distractions and all of his might
F
Couldn't help the king with his deep, internal fight
C
With his army, he'd won many a battle
C              G
But this one, this one was different

Verse 6

Am
The king sat high on his throne, that was filled with hurt
F
While all of his peasants below just moped in the dirt
C
He sat high on his throne both day and night
G
But he was shaky, hiding behind his great might

Verse 7

Am
Yeah, all the king's horses and all the king's men
            F
Couldn't put him back together again
C
Because he abused and used and showed off his powers but
G
That's a story for another hour

Verse 8

Am
Once upon a time, there was a fucked up king
F
He wore a fake crown and took all of everything
C
The throne that he sat on was made out of lies
G
So maybe, just maybe, he'd fit in with the guys

Verse 9

Am
Messing up his arm at 3 am, his favorite hobby
F
Ever since the sacrificed lamb
C
His servants, his peasants saw right through the show
G
This king, this ruler was beginning to slow

Verse 10

Am
You see, his kingdom was falling and so were his walls
F
You could see right inside, see the true inner-calls
C
For help, he would scream both day and night
G
But why would we help him, he's the king with all his might?

Verse 11

Am
So his peasants then left him on the floor to yell and bleed
F
Another good story to tell so it seemed
C
That one day they realized their fatal mistake;
G
The king, now dead, burned himself at the stake

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