The king sits on his face buttons all askew

All wrapped up the same

All wrapped up the same

They can't have it

You can't have it

I can't have it too

Until I learn to accept my reward 

Princes stand in queues they stand accused

Death in solitude like Howard Hughes

All wrapped up the same

All wrapped up the same

Silence has it

Arrogance has it 

I can have it ooh

Until I learn to accept my reward



Suddenly it struck me very clear

Suddenly it struck me very clean

All wrapped up the same