歌词
The king sits all alone
With his head down on the throne
And he's cryin'
The court had stood him up
Until they've had, had enough
And he's cryin'
His simple trick of rhetoric
Like blood from a finger with a little prick
The hanging scroll sits on a stick
And he's cryin'
So call up your money maker (call up your money maker)
And maybe he'll find a taker (maybe he'll find a taker)
It'll take a lot to break him
Just give him time to break
The words can fuel the fire
And pretty soon they'll turn to ash
From his cryin'
You're only foolin' yourself
If you think it's gonna last
From he's cryin'
And thеre will come a day when thеy
They all pass away then
Who is gonna star
In your one act play?
So call up your money maker (call up your money maker)
And maybe he'll find a taker (maybe he'll find a taker)
It'll take a lot to break him
Just give him time to break
Oh, yeah
Oh, they'll break
All in all this puppet's on a string (oh, a string)
Everything you read is gonna sting, sting
No matter what, the king is gonna sing (sing), sing away
Woah
It'll take a lot to break him
Yeah, just leave him alone (it'll take a lot to break him)
It'll take a lot to break him (it'll take a lot to break him)
It'll take a lot to break him (it'll take a lot to break him)
Oh, give him time (just leave him alone)