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



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



Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free

I am going ahead with the reinvention of me



And my IQ allows me to brush you aside



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