Heads The King Is Gone
M. Hutchence/The Heads They came from the second city Where the screams came unattached Addiction was the latest style In the faces they could not match There was a blue beat playing On the radio left behind And a man selling lies as truth Like a king who was loved too much They made a mess of your only child Her innocence was not lost While the judge and jury took their dime They counted the miles and laughed Make way for the way we are The fever still burns though the king is gone Fever comes to the innocent It can make you mad and free But you never find a scrap of love If you don't wanna feel the heat A million flames are lickin' They lie like dogs at your feet Waitin' for the words of wisdom From the mouths of the bittersweet In the valley of indiscretion Where fear plays the piper's tune The heroes are the ones who tell the truth And break the rules with the courage of love Make way for the way we are Fever still burns though the king is gone Make way for the way we are The king is gone But the fever lives on.