The King Is Dead

We dance like new years eve, we

We dance from sheer relief, whoa oh

Everything must change

[Verse 1: Urthboy]

The people that you projected us as

We were nothing of the sort, sold us all short

Put down the champagne, no toast to the legacy

(no way) And all the propaganda of prosperity

That's what a machine does and they don't need therapy

You turned us into a nation of haters

Far-right appeaser/ believer in whatever get you leader

Dog whistle through the speakers

see who bites it, I noticed a hell of a lot of people liked it

An ethical choice is simpler if you price it

Conquer by dividing that's why you admired him?

unless pushed we would never have retired him

****** pirate history will damn him

once it seemed like nothing could damage him

{Unkle Ho spits something in Mandarin}

Crook, you got your arse played in Mandarin!

[Chorus: Jane Tyrell (+ Herd)]

Finally the King is Dead, we cried off with his head

Everything must change (Everything must change), everything must change

We dance like New Years Eve, we dance from relief, everything must change

(Nothing stays the same), Nothing stays the same oh

Nothing stays the same ohhh

[Verse 2: Ozi Batla]

Yeah Cats I know are feeling just like the rapture

And I can tell who this mood is failing to capture

It's like somebody finally did light that match up

And burn down the parliament, learned from the argument

Can't be non-partisan, when you're an artist

And you put your heart in it, and that's not even the half of it

Like my man said, we're talking butter and bread

Better if his words were never uttered again

Mostly vindictive, who could have predicted

Just a few tax breaks to keep us all addicted

The ****head dictator, leader, imitator

Made me feel immature when I said "I hate ya"

Did you read the paper the day after and hear the laughter?

I'll read it to you, it starts with M McKew and ends with you

No broader view from the people on your ship that you used to call crew Huh!

That's typical, now I guess it's difficult

for the type of person who only thinks of individual

No residual, you'll see our resilience

Take your bat and ball and head for the pavilion.

[Chorus]

[Jane Tyrell]

Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly consign him to part of the past

Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly consign him to part of the past

[Chorus] {X2}

Nothing stays the same oh...

Nothing stays the same oh...