King of Song - Marching Church

I grew up like any boy-child

In modest, humble conditions

But now they gild the ground I have betrodden

The globe is spinning on my thumb

People will rise for me

Put out their eyes for me

Hey now

People will die for me

Fantasize about me

Hey yeah

I am the king of song

Standing on top of heaps of bodies and piles of people

Waving my flag

Now the multitudes have gathered around me

Grateful for each word I preach

They will rise for me

Put out their eyes for me

He now

They will die for me

Fantasize about me

Hey yeah

I am the king of song

He is rising

He is rising

The king of song