Songtexte
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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