December-thin air
no fire without smoke
You will come to your
senses, give it a try
Counting IQ my friend
numbers and figures
A zero in the crowd
negligible and weak

Now that the king is dead
and his queen is free
I cut in line
Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead
Now that the king is dead

Gore-tex against the rain
Fleece against cold snow
in the panic and the hustle
You become cold and wet
And so I take my chance
You know how it is
I release your hand
and leave you there...

Now that the king is dead
and his queen is free
I cut in line
Reinvent my life

So close it burns
I'm finally here...

Now that the king is dead
and his queen is dead
I cut in line
Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead
and his queen is free
I cut in line
Reinvent my life

Now that the king is dead
Now that the king is dead
Now that the king is dead
Now that the king is dead