The papers read that the king is dead

The people said what we need instead

Is to be on our own

But people, they do the strangest things

You never know what they might do

When they are left alone

There's men without gods and gods without men

And a spirit of which none of them can transcend

But something peculiar is happening

We should just be happy with just what we've got

And the problems should be too few to mention

But they're not



Where can I go for some information?

So tired of the big sensation

I need to know what's going on

Oh well you're the well-informed

Into your world which I was born

My friend, here's to you

How would I know if there was something wrong

When the weak of heart out-survive the strong

The truth is almost always confidential

You never know just what you've got until it's gone

And your friends have never seemed so essential

When you're wrong



Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable

I know this might sound strange, don't ever change



Amazingly unfaceable, entirely replaceable

There's nothing I would rearrange, don't ever change



Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place

Don't try to save face my friend



There was a time and there was a place

For your face and for your race but it's been swept away