Baby the time is right to tell it all like it is
and now that i feel god like there's nothing that can't be kissed
the name of a lonely soul is scratched into my brain
he thought he was king creole
until he found out, until he found out
He sits upon a throne
he lives a sleazy lie
but he's all alone again, again
I can see a liar, sitting by the fire
trouble in his heart, laughing at the thought
coming as he goes into overdose
i wonder what he thinks of me?