so a man and a woman forked out a baby
and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string
from a suburban palace he walked out to freedom
enslaved to a concept in the world of a king

and baby's gone, he's smoking in a peacoat
a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing
with a poem and song written in his honor
there's a concrete assumption in the world of a king

a guitar and a girlfriend just off the turnpike
yeah the fountain of ego learned how to sing
but the [bad word] shall engage him with heartbreak and cold cuts
in an unguarded moment in the world of a king

and baby's gone, she's dancing on a big stage
with a tear and a tutu, the phone never rings
and he can't go on, he's banging on a keyboard
with an email to jesus from the world of a king

i took a moment to remember a moonlit night,
the conversation by the candlelight was free
it's never easy only trying to please yourself,
i'm never happy with nobody else but me

so a man and a woman forked out a baby
and the prince of dysfunction, boy on a string
he says "bring me your tired, your poor and your hungry
and i'll love them forever in the world of a king"

and baby's gone. he's smoking in a peacoat
a ship on the ocean, bird on a wing
and he stayed too long, he wore out his [bad word] but he's finally departing from the world of a king
it's so far behind him in the world of a king,
yeah the world of a king