The King of Oblivion 

(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations) 



Between the refuge of the interstate overpass 

And the Sun State building stretching twenty-four stories to the skies 

Car tires and cat's eyes sing a lullaby 

He walks the sidewalk like he's dancing on fire 

He climbs the fire escape like there's no place higher than his room 

He can feel all eyes upon him when he moves 

If you see me I'll be hypnotized 

From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands 

Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing 

Hail to the King of oblivion 



He's born on Friday but he's Saturday's child 

From his room down the hall I hear his radio dialed to a 

Broadway serenade 

As ashes on beer cans make their promenade 



If you see me I will be mesmerized 

From my empty row I feel moved to my feet 

Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing 

Hail to the King of oblivion 



And he looks around him 

And he finds himself alone 

But rewards of unconsciousness 

Are yet to be had, to be had 



If you see me I'll be hypnotized 

From the fourteenth row I see rust on his hands 

Outside it's Church Street where all the people sing 

Hail to the King of oblivion 



If you see me I'll be mesmerized 

From my empty row I feel moved to my feet 

When his song is complete I hear the people sing 

Hail to the King of oblivion 

Of oblivion