The King Is Dead

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke
 You'll come to your senses or inhale and choke
 My IQ allows me to brush you aside
 You're zeros and ones, you're wrong where
 I'm right
 Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
 I am going ahead with the reinvention of me
 Now the king lies here dead, now the king
 lies here dead
 It's not as wet as the rain or
 as cold as the snow
 It drives him in hard to the sane and the
 simple soul
 I take a charge at my chance
 you know how it is
 Let go of my hand
 you know how it is
 Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
 I am going ahead with the reinvention of me
 And my IQ allows me to brush you aside
 Now, the tyrant is dead and his lady is free
 I am going ahead with the reinvention of me
 Now the king lies here dead, now the king
 lies here dead