Hi again. this is another of my songs To the king a son was born, in his mouth a silver spoon , yeah the king was proud, his sceptre high he proclaimed his heir, yeah. "He'll rule all n he'll be grand , he'll take on all of the lands," n then the ol lady said, "He's but, still, born of the dust n dust shall be his bed." Ch: Im a king, Im a king, I dont need what u think i think , i think, im made of gold n with Gods stay N so he was made to believe, he was not less, the king to be n he grew strong, n he grew brave, n went to his mother just to say, "Im off to battle those who defy, tht im king n their heads shall fly" n then again the ol lady said, "Your but, still, born of dust n dust shall be your bed." Ch. So he won tht war, n he won few more, n then he went n fought some more, n everywhere tht his feet fell, people, animals n corpses knelt. n he grew proud, n he grew rich, he had power within his reach, n then again the old lady said, "Your but, still, born of dust n dust shall be your bed." Ch. N then one day, a thing no one knew, hit this king out of the blue, this illness no one had ever seen, the king grew pail and sickly thin, n as he lay on his cushioned bed, he had to leave behind all that he had n then everyone in the kingdom said, "He was but, still, born of dust n dust is now his bed." Ch: (same as above except ) Im no longer even dust n with Lucifer i stay
