I have a secret for you I've been told if you want to make it in this game Got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what I quite like to
Why weep or slumber America Land of brave and true With castles and clothing and food for all All belongs to you Ev'ry man a king, ev'ry man a king For
There I stood in the night Out on the broken pier Me with my feet in the sea You with your face in the clouds, The man in the moon And as I heard your
As he travels on the beast of burden Moving up along the mountain side As he gazes looking down the valley No regrets but his pride As he journeys across
when i meet my king it would be a beautiful thing walking through the gates of heaven seeing my mother again like cooking naked in my heels smoking,
And so in the tradition of Manfred the Great The people built the glorious vision in his name Great Britain they called it, a land for heroes A land where
The Man Who Would Be King Bless me father I must go away To save us from the one's who don't believe Confess me father I have sin but maybe Angels really
(Huey P. Long and Castro Carazo.) Why weep or slumber America Land of brave and true With castles and clothing and food for all All belongs to you Ev
Bless me father I must go away To save us from the one's who don't believe Confess me father I have sin but maybe Angels really sing Fot the man who would
I have a little secret for ya I've been told if you want to make it in this game You got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what I quite
Basking briefly in this overeating indulgence of insides But I fear he?s lower than before Though he's stronger than he looks He?s made of feathers
I have a little secret for ya I've been told if you want to make it in this game You got to have the luck You got to have the look To make what
Well, you can fight it but you know that you won't get your way In the end Too many people The king and all of his men And if you're dealing a line
As he travels on the beast of Burden Moving up along the mountain side As he gazes looking down the valley No regrets but his pride As he journeys across
Rage... behold the master feel him curse the sky, strong our mighty father for him we will die. Burn... we praise your fire and the fearful dark, rise
In the dog days of our lives when time goes slow, In the dog days of our lives when time foes slow, You forget your name and you can't find your way
Oversettelse: Chumbawamba. All The King menn.
Oversettelse: Tom Cochrane. All The King menn.