Song Lyrics

How can we sing about ourselves?
How can we sing about love?
How can we not sing about love?
Oh love, how can we not sing about ourselves?

When the king is made of paper (the king is made of paper)
And the king is made of piss (the king is made of piss)
The king is coming down the fucking wall

I am a stranger to religion of fear
I have no claim to the tears of the queer
But I know it keeps the blind man's white cane near
The blind man keeps the white cane near

And now the king is made of paper (the king is made of paper)
And the king is made of piss (the king is made of piss)
The king is coming down the fucking wall

It was some self-fulfilling prophecy
And we just hung it up
Hung it up on the gossip tree
Saw a generation under me
Crying on the news
Oh, I guess they have the blues

Crying on the news
Oh, I guess they have the blues

How can you not sing about love?
How can we not sing about ourselves?
How can we, how can we sing about ourselves?
Oh no, how can we sing, sing about our love?

When the king is made of paper (the king is made of paper)
And the king is made of piss (the king is made of piss)
The king is coming down the fucking wall

And the king is walking away (the king is made of paper)
But the king is not our forest (the king is made of piss)
The king is coming down, down, down, down, down, down
To kill us all

Spencer Krug, Dan Boecker, Dante Decaro, Arlen Thompson

The duration of King of Piss and Paper is 4:48 minutes and seconds.