King Of You All - Fly My Pretties, Age Pryor

Lower your eyes to greet me

Never say my name

Fairly I may treat you

But you’ll fear me just the same

Never speak before me

If you ever speak at all

And always walk behind me

I’m the king of you all

And where, where are you?

Running with the strays and drifters

Spreading rumours on street corners

Making allies of strangers

Try your hardest to forget now

That you are mine

Walk the desert southwards

Find your family home

Imagine you were free once

That the choice had been your own

Barter in the market

Float the heavy sea

Try your hardest to forget now

That you belong to me

Where, where am I?

Spinning in clock towers

In a thousand clinking glasses

In the long lights on the harbour

In the rolling fields and pastures

In the slums and poor quarters

In the eyes of all your strangers

There am I

Down comes the hammer

And down you all fall

Violent is the sickness

I’m the king of you all