Sanoja: Libertines, The. Tell The King.

I've got a little secret for ya



Even now there's something to be proud about

You come up the hard way and they'll remind you every day

Your nothing

Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about

Your like a journalist

How you can cut and paste and twist

Your awful



Tell it to your king

Tell him everything you know

Tell him you know how I feel

Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates

Oh I'm all levered off my face

And just to work out what it's on about

And see snakes in eyes

And danger signs



If you were late you musn't dare complain

And you won't like this at all

There's nothing to break your fall

Oh tell it to your king

Tell him everything you know



And you know how I feel out of place

Until I'm levered off my face

And I can't work out what your on about

Didn't they explain

You have to play the game



He drinks and smokes his cares away

His heart is in the lonely way

Living in the ruins

Of a castle built on sand