King of Song - Marching Church

King of Song Lyrics

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 thumbPeople will rise for me
Put out their eyes for me
Hey now
People will die for me
Fantasize about me
Hey yeahI am the king of songStanding 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 preachThey will rise for me
Put out their eyes for me
He now
They will die for me
Fantasize about me
Hey yeahI am the king of songHe is rising
He is rising

The king of song