The King

The king he sat in a chair of gold And let life let him be His daughter sat by his chair most nights To keep him company The wise man and the alchemist Looked over the charts and graphs Inconclusive, they're inconclusive, hopefully this will pass The jester said, I tried to make him laugh The party was thrown for the king that night And they tried to raise the dead The golden chair still occupied With the king's resting head His daughter danced with the alchemist And of course the wise man spoke The jester said, hey king it's time for a little joke No response, i think the king is broke A few weeks passed and his subjects had All but given up People were tired of forcing the king To try and live it up The morning sun and the alchemist Watched the king make his first move The king stood up, stretched a bit Said, I've got nothing to prove Listen up, I've got nothing to prove And I, I just need some time off I need some time off from all of this Yeah And I, I just need some time off I need some time off from all of this Yeah