all the king's horses

in this world of desperation & pain
we have no faith left for you to reclaim
no more lies for your own profit & gain
you have no hold, now you've sold off the chains

no matter how well you have planned
your castles are built on the sand
to the forces unleashed on this land
all the king's horses won't stand

all through your true pathological reign
all those you've kept drunk & stupid & vain
looking, searching, just for someone to blame
ropes & torches, & they're chanting your name

no matter how well you have planned
your castles are built on the sand
to the forces unleashed on this land
all the king's horses won't stand
so cheer on & strike up the band
& keep all your gatehouses manned
to a spark from the flames that you've fanned
all the king's horses won't stand

all the gold from the river you panned
turns to shit in the palm of your hand
to the legions of souls that you've damned
all the king's horses won't stand