Look no more,
Only the weak use their eyes
But I, I will teach you right
Come with me, come inside;
Spread your sails, shed your pride
And don't mind those salty sips
That drag you down
You'll just be gone and I'll
Sing on and on
And on and on and on
to capture the next one:
Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won't call him back to your bed
With all this blood I've laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!
An addict to my tones,
You will drink me 'til you say when,
And then you'll have to drink some more:
You'll love me like the devil loves
To drink his water laced with wine,
But you won't, like him, be called an angel
When you fall:
You'll just be gone and I'll
Sing on and on
And on and on and on
to capture the next one:
Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won't call him back to your bed
With all this blood I've laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!
One day I'll be conquered by a wily voice and eyes
And my tomb will be the stage where
Great cities rise;
And the queen will be dead, long live the queen;
And the queen will be dead, long live the queen;
Long live the king, the king is dead;
Your prayers won't call him back to your bed
With all this blood I've laced upon the moon
No spells or tricks will bring him home:
Long live the king;
The king is mine, the king is dead!