All the King's Friends - Live

The papers read that the king is dead
 The people said what we need instead
 Is to be on our own
 But people, they do the strangest things
 You never know what they might do
 When they are left alone
 There's men without gods and gods without men
 And a spirit of which none of them can transcend
 But something peculiar is happening
 We should just be happy with just what we've got
 And the problems should be too few to mention
 But they're not
 Where can I go for some information?
 So tired of the big sensation
 I need to know what's going on
 Oh well you're the well-informed
 Into your world which I was born
 My friend, here's to you
 How would I know if there was something wrong
 When the weak of heart out-survive the strong
 The truth is almost always confidential
 You never know just what you've got until it's gone
 And your friends have never seemed so essential
 When you're wrong
 Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable
 I know this might sound strange, don't ever change
 Amazingly unfaceable, entirely replaceable
 There's nothing I would rearrange, don't ever change
 Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place
 Don't try to save face my friend
 There was a time and there was a place
 For your face and for your race but it's been swept away