From the recording Fat Head, Sunday Paper
Lyrics
You stand on that hill like a
Broken promise
A broken promise
The King of Nil
That cloud of regret’s like a
Plague upon us
A plague upon us
Time just marches on
Get out of the way!
The parade is coming
You had your chance
Have a nice day
Get your chin off the ground
Think of something to say
You stand on that hill like a
Broken promise
A broken promise
The King of Nil
That cloud of regret’s like a
Plague upon us
A plague upon us
He said, “Who am I kidding?
I ain’t kidding no one.
All my life I pretended,
I am a pretender
And I am the star
Of some obscure movie
That no one would go
And pay money to see”…
You stand on that hill like a
Broken promise
A broken promise
The King of Nil
That cloud of regret’s like a
Plague upon us
A plague upon us
I said , “Who am I kidding?
I ain’t kidding no one
All my life I pretended,
I am a pretender
And I am the star
Of some obscure movie
That no one would go
And pay money to see”
Time just marches on
It’s already May
Hey, it’s almost your birthday!
Try not to look so out of place
Get your chin off the ground
Think of something to say