Hiding

Oh, the King is dead
Long dead the King
The golls??? and blackened ribbons swing
In funereal geometry
Hung from the gates of luxury

But the gates are closed
Long close the gates
Though tourists‘ turnstiles still rotate
And click for sickly souvenirs
The gilt guitars, the plated tears
The King is dead
So we believe
But if he didn’t die
What did he leave?

Oh, the King is dead
Long dead the King
Through a slow decline and suffering
Or did he crave her dignity
Beyond the gates of luxury
But the gates are left
Long left the gates
For freedom on the interstates
Where from cabins in the chaperus???
He’s seen in bars and carnivals

The King is dead
So we believe
But if he didn’t die
Why did he leave?

Left by night and he left with stealth
Hiding, he went hiding
Shrugging off the trance of wealth
Hiding, he went hiding
Oh, he left by night and he left with stealth
Hiding, he went hiding
Shrugging off the trance of wealth
Hiding, he went hiding
You see he went hiding from himself
He went hiding from himself

He said hiding
He went hiding
He went hidng from himself.

Hiding, hiding
He went hiding
He went hiding from himself
Hiding, he went hiding
He went hiding from himself
Hiding, he went hiding
He went hiding from himself
Hiding, he went hiding
He went hiding from himself
You see, he went hiding from himself