The King Is Dead کے بول

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke You´ll come to your senses or inhale and choke My iq allows me to brush you aside You´re zeros and ones, you´re wrong where i´m right 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 It´s not as wet as the rain or As cold as the snow It drives him in hard to the sane And the simple soul I take a charge at my chance You know how it is Let go of my hand You know how it is Chorus And my iq allows me to brush you aside Chorus