All The King's Friends - Soul Asylum

The papers read that the king is dead

The people said, «What we need instead

Is to be on our own»

But people they do the strangest things

You never know what they might do

When they are left alone

There’s men without gods and gods without men

And a spirit of which none of them can transcend

But something peculiar is happening

We should just be happy with just what we’ve got

And the problems should be too few to mention

But they’re not

Where can I go for some information?

So tired of the big sensation

I need to know, what’s going on

Oh well, you’re the well-informed

Into your world which I was born

My friend, here’s to you

How would I know if there was something wrong

When the weak of heart out-survive the strong?

The truth is almost always confidential

You never know just what you’ve got until it’s gone

And your friends have never seemed so essential

When you’re wrong

Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable

I know this might sound strange, don’t ever change

Amazingly infazeable, entirely replaceable

There’s nothing I would rearrange, don’t ever change

Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place

Don’t try to save face, my friend

There was a time and there was a place

For your face and for your race, but it’s been swept away