Marching Church – King Of Song Lyrics

I grew up like any boychild
With modest humble conditions
And now guild to the ground I have betrodden
The globe is spinning on my thumb

People rise for me
Pull out their eyes for me
Hey now
People will die for me
Fantasise about me
Hey now

Oh I’m the King of Song
Oh yeah
Oh I’m the King of Song
I’m the King of Song

Standing on top of heaps of bodies
And piles of people waving my flag
Now the multitudes have gathered round me
Grateful for each word I preach

They will rise for me
Pull out their eyes for me

Hey now
They will die for me
Fantasise about me
Hey now

Oh I’m the King of Song
Oh yeah
Oh I’m the King of Song
I’m the King of Song
I am the King of singing
Oh the King of Song
I’m the King of Song

He’s arising
He’s arising
The King of Song
He’s arising
He’s arising
The King of Song
Ah

Oh I’m the King of Song
Oh yeah
Oh I’m the King of Song
I’m the King of Song
I am the King of
Oh I’m the King of Song
Oh yeah oh
Oh I’m the King of Song
I’m the King of
I am the King of Song

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