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Killer king, don't need war
Or a mob on the street
Frenchmen with the guillotine
You just leave the ballot box when
We kill the king
Oh, we kill the king
Oh, we kill the king
Oh, kill a king
We boss
Nice smile, haunted throat
Keeps you in public taste
Hide your rugs when times are hard
You will find that lies won't last when
We kill the king
Oh, kill a king
Oh, kill a king
Oh, kill the king
We boss
We don't need the privileged few
All together with the House of Lords
Time will come when you will fall
And the pen will do it all when
We kill the king
Oh, kill a king
Oh, kill the king
Oh, kill a king
We boss





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