Finally, I felt the calming breeze,
Stepping out to watch the final scene.
After all, it's you, my pride, and me.
I can't speak whatever I can speak.
You see.
Now I found the way to meet the means.
Fake a face to make the kingdom clean.
After all, it's me and the king and the beast.
Whatever, whatever. I can't speak
A thing.
How can I explain my wounded feet?
We cut them off in second market scenes.
You cut me off before I start to sing.
But I can cry as long as money's seen.
You see, me.
See, me, me, me.
SOUND
I'm dead neck
what a habit.
So I'll dig it up and bury it,
in ground; what a broke head
I think I'm dying.
I need another one to incubate
THE SOUND
What broke head.
What a habit.
I need another and another one.
The ground
What a dead head.
I think I'm dying.
I think I'm dying for another one.
The sound
what a broke neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
what cheap trick.
What a habit
what a habit when I needed you
The sound
what a dead neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
What a cheap trick.
What a habit.
I think I'm dying for the sound.
What dead neck.
What a habit.
I think I'll dig it up and bury it in ground.
What a broke head!
I think I'm dying, I think I'm dying!!!
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Finally, I felt the calming breeze,
Stepping out to watch the final scene.
After all, it's you, my pride, and me.
I can't speak whatever I can speak.
You see.
Now I found the way to meet the means.
Fake a face to make the kingdom clean.
After all, it's me and the king and the beast.
Whatever, whatever. I can't speak
A thing.
How can I explain my wounded feet?
We cut them off in second market scenes.
You cut me off before I start to sing.
But I can cry as long as money's seen.
You see, me.
See, me, me, me.
SOUND
I'm dead neck
what a habit.
So I'll dig it up and bury it,
in ground; what a broke head
I think I'm dying.
I need another one to incubate
THE SOUND
What broke head.
What a habit.
I need another and another one.
The ground
What a dead head.
I think I'm dying.
I think I'm dying for another one.
The sound
what a broke neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
what cheap trick.
What a habit
what a habit when I needed you
The sound
what a dead neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
What a cheap trick.
What a habit.
I think I'm dying for the sound.
What dead neck.
What a habit.
I think I'll dig it up and bury it in ground.
What a broke head!
I think I'm dying, I think I'm dying!!!
Stepping out to watch the final scene.
After all, it's you, my pride, and me.
I can't speak whatever I can speak.
You see.
Now I found the way to meet the means.
Fake a face to make the kingdom clean.
After all, it's me and the king and the beast.
Whatever, whatever. I can't speak
A thing.
How can I explain my wounded feet?
We cut them off in second market scenes.
You cut me off before I start to sing.
But I can cry as long as money's seen.
You see, me.
See, me, me, me.
SOUND
I'm dead neck
what a habit.
So I'll dig it up and bury it,
in ground; what a broke head
I think I'm dying.
I need another one to incubate
THE SOUND
What broke head.
What a habit.
I need another and another one.
The ground
What a dead head.
I think I'm dying.
I think I'm dying for another one.
The sound
what a broke neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
what cheap trick.
What a habit
what a habit when I needed you
The sound
what a dead neck.
What a lion.
I need another and another one.
The sound
What a cheap trick.
What a habit.
I think I'm dying for the sound.
What dead neck.
What a habit.
I think I'll dig it up and bury it in ground.
What a broke head!
I think I'm dying, I think I'm dying!!!
Writer: JOHN ANDREW HULL
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management