King or cripple what have I [bad word] 
Beneath these kingly robes there lies a fragile man
what made me king can sometimes cripple
all that you give can sometimes rob my innocence
Why do you let us walk upon a cliff so steep
when deep below the sea there lies a bed of gold
and if this should be our battle place
don't let me fall, don't let us fall
keep me, keep me, keep me, keep me
I love to hold the hand of one who healed the blind
and saw the [bad word] into your arms of love
king or cripple, they were the same to you
you took a broken man and you treat him like a king