The King Is Gone

<br>M. Hutchence/The Heads<br>They came from the second city<br>Where the screams came unattached<br>Addiction was the latest style<br>In the faces they could not match<br>There was a blue beat playing<br>On the radio left behind<br>And a man selling lies as truth<br>Like a king who was loved too much<br>They made a mess of your only child<br>Her innocence was not lost<br>While the judge and jury took their dime<br>They counted the miles and laughed<br>Make way for the way we are<br>The fever still burns though the king is gone<br>Fever comes to the innocent<br>It can make you mad and free<br>But you never find a scrap of love<br>If you don`t wanna feel the heat<br>A million flames are lickin`<br>They lie like dogs at your feet<br>Waitin` for the words of wisdom<br>From the mouths of the bittersweet<br>In the valley of indiscretion<br>Where fear plays the piper`s tune<br>The heroes are the ones who tell the truth<br>And break the rules with the courage of love<br>Make way for the way we are<br>Fever still burns though the king is gone<br>Make way for the way we are<br>The king is gone<br>But the fever lives on.