The light breeze on the Nile accentuates the heat
Summer's coming in, and Cairo feels the beat
On every single road, and every single street
From the drum of modern life
From the drum of royalty
The king is overwhelmed, so he sleeps through the day
Without the pyramid as his hideaway
He questions who he is, does not know what to say
To those he claims to love, who now know he's insane
Every time that the queen checks his room
There he is, so mundane, but consumed
Heaven knows what the king has to hide
Maybe it's that there's nothing inside
The Suez holds the news, from both West and the East
When folks pass others folks, it's Egypt's press release
Of this, the king's aware, so thus while he's asleep
He worries for the day the news will hit the streets
The loss of privacy should not f*ck you up
The primal notion that alone is not enough
Is countered by the few with lives so full of crime
But also by the few who have nothing to hide