King and Caroline
Robert Pollard, Tobin Sprout
[Verse 1]
The scenario is bright for the King and Carol—
What we must tell her
And seasons are slow, so wait we must
And hide from ourselves
[Verse 2]
Overrun by the rank
Roll over like an egg
And a man-child will kill them
And a quick procession will follow
[Verse 3]
Oh, so now you know
We're all standing in line
For the King and Caroline
And the wisdom they will sell us
And the wisdom they will sell
Sell
Sell
Sell
Sell, oh, oh
Oh, oh