“Cell Look around me all I see Thousands of faces wanting me How can I lead? How can I rule? When I'm the king of the fools What kind of kindom have no throne? No crown or castle do I own I don't have silver, gold or jewels Yet I'm the king, king of the fools And I can't help believin' The world is on my side No, I can't help believin' In my heart But I can't stop this feeling That I should run and hide So before I die I'll sit and wonder why Oh, I wonder why King of the fools Who face the world defiantly King if the fools Understanding less than me King of the fools Oh, I'm the king, king of the fools The outside world can't understand Just who we are or what I am Well, we don't want their life or rules I'll be the king, king of the fools”
