King Of Pain - Medieval Rock Cover

Описание: A Medieval Rock Cover of King Of Pain originally by The Police

Lyrics:

Th're's a dram black spoteth on the travelling lamp the present day
t's the same fusty thing as yest'rday
th're's a black coxcomb hath caught in a high tree top
th're's a flag pole rag and the windeth wonneth't stand ho
i has't stoodeth h're bef're inside the pouring raineth
with the w'rld turning circles running 'round mine own brain
i guesseth i'm at each moment hoping yond thee'll endeth this reigneth
but t's mine own destiny to beest the king of teen
th're's a dram black spoteth on the travelling lamp the present day
(that's mine own soul up th're)
t's the same fusty thing as yest'rday
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a black coxcomb hath caught in a high tree top
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a flag pole rag and the windeth wonneth't stand ho
(that's mine own soul up th're)
i has't stoodeth h're bef're inside the pouring raineth
with the w'rld turning circles running 'round mine own brain
i guesseth i'm at each moment hoping yond thee'll endeth this reigneth
but t's mine own destiny to beest the king of teen
th're's a fossil yond's did trap in a high cliff mure
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a dead salmon frozen in a wat'rfall
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a blue whale beach'd by a springtime's ebb
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a buttocks'rfly did trap in a spid'r's web
(that's mine own soul up th're)
i've stoodeth h're bef're inside the pouring raineth
with the w'rld turning circles running 'round mine own brain
i guesseth i'm at each moment hoping yond thee'll endeth this reigneth
but t's mine own destiny to beest the king of teen
th're's a king on a throne with his eyes t'rn out
th're's a blindeth sir looking f'r a shadow of doubteth
th're's a rich sir sleeping on a golden sleep chamber
th're's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
king of teen
th're's a r'd fox t'rn by a huntsman's packeth
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a black-wing'd gull with a broken backeth
(that's mine own soul up th're)
th're's a dram black spoteth on the travelling lamp the present day
t's the same fusty thing as yest'rday
i've stoodeth h're bef're inside the pouring raineth
with the w'rld turning circles running 'round mine own brain
i guesseth i'm at each moment hoping yond thee'll endeth this reigneth
but t's mine own destiny to beest the king of teen
king of teen
king of teen
king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen
i'll at each moment beest king of teen

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