The papers read that the king is dead
The people said what we need instead
Is to be on our own
But people, they do the strangest things
You never know what they might do
When they are left alone
Theres men without gods and gods without men
And a spirit of which none of them can transcend
But something peculiar is happening
We should just be happy with just what weve got
And the problems should be too few to mention
But theyre not

Where can I go for some information?
So tired of the big sensation
I need to know whats going on
Oh well youre the well-informed
Into your world which I was born
My friend, heres to you
How would I know if there was something wrong
When the weak of heart out-survive the strong
The truth is almost always confidential
You never know just what youve got until its gone
And your friends have never seemed so essential
When youre wrong

Remarkably incredible, incredibly forgettable
I know this might sound strange, dont ever change

Amazingly unfaceable, entirely replaceable
Theres nothing I would rearrange, dont ever change

Out of luck, out of space, out of time, out of place
Dont try to save face my friend

There was a time and there was a place
For your face and for your race but its been swept away