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The King of
(Written by McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)

the refuge of the interstate overpass
And the Sun State building twenty-four stories to the skies
Car tires and eyes sing a lullaby
He walks the sidewalk he's dancing on fire
He climbs the fire escape like no place higher than his room
He can feel all eyes upon him he moves
If you see me be hypnotized
From the row I see rust on his hands
Outside it's Church Street all the people sing
Hail to the King of

He's born on Friday but he's Saturday's
From his room the hall I hear his radio dialed to a
Broadway
As ashes on beer cans make their

If you see me I be mesmerized
From my empty row I moved to my feet
Outside Church Street where all the people sing
to the King of oblivion

And he around him
And he finds alone
But rewards of
Are yet to be had, to be had

If you see me be hypnotized
From the row I see rust on his hands
Outside it's Church Street where all the sing
to the King of oblivion

If you see me I'll be
From my empty row I feel to my feet
When his is complete I hear the people sing
Hail to the of oblivion
Of