Sullivan/Heaton



I went to my mother,

Said - please make me king

I went to my mother

Said - I've got to be king

She said son - well you've got to wait your turn

Patience is a virtue that you never seemed to learn

You were born with nothing, to nothing you'll return



Now, now the lights go out

There's no warning

Now, now the lights go out

There's no reason

Now, now the voices cry

We don't want need you



I went to my father

Said please make me king

Went to my father

Said - I've got to be king

He said son - you've got to do your time

I've done 53 years but I haven't yet done mine

You're just one of the millions waiting in line



Now, now the lights go out...



History gave us meaning, gave us a place

Gave my father reasons for the lines on his face

But we asked for the money and money they gave

And God how that made us easy to enslave

So today at the office we picked up the cheque

The handshake of gold, the stab in the back

The old man went home silent and bowed

The young men went drinking, drowning it out

So in every street, in every town

Comes some young pretender

Just running for a crown - take it - take it all



But now, now the lights go out