I've got a little secret for ya

Even now there's something 
To be proud about [bad word] up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing

Oh my words in your mouth 
Are mumbled all about
You're like a journalist 
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful

Tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates
Oh I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes 
And danger signs

If you were late you mustn't [bad word] And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall

Oh tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can't work out what your on about
Didn't they explain
You have to play the game, oh-oh

Jack drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in [bad word] Of a castle built on sand