Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Grant-Lee Phillips
Now we’re left to pick up the pieces
Shovel up the shards
Because a fool won’t listen to reason
Till he’s gone too far
Till he’s gone too far
And some just want a king
They didn’t come here to sing
But if you cut to the ending
History is told by an old man
Who survived the wars
Little talk of spineless enablers
Ones who held the door
And knelt to kiss a ring
Held onto power
By any means
But if you cut to the ending
I’ve seen some ugliness
Some terror in my days
I’d love to think we’ve seen the end
But when you think you’ve got the lid on, here it comes
The same old ghosts are back again
Now we’re left to pick up the pieces
In this house of cards
But we must not speak of treason
That is where we are
And some just want a king
They didn’t come here to sing
But if you cut to the ending
Cut to the ending