I Met Up With The King

I met up with the king
He confessed his body was burning
I met up with the king
His body had begun to rot
And he said, Dont think less of me
Im still the same man I used to be
But no one believed him
No one believed him
I once knew a pretty girl
And she was in love with the world
And she loved a young man
Who loved her body but never saw her mind
He took everything she had kept
And then he took everything else that was left
But no one believed her
No one believed her
I feel just like the king
As I fall on the muddy ground
I feel just like you gal
Theres people thinking
They know something now
Well, I dont know anything at all
And we mean nothing to history
Well, thank God
So tell me do you believe me?
Do you believe me?
I bet you dont
I bet you wont