The King

Am Dm E7 Am Am Dm E7 Am Am Dm I err, aimless in falling towns, E7 Am looking to trade some time for a way to get around. Am Dm E7 I hold fast to my paper crown as the howl of the wind it blows it all to hell. Am Dm I am the king of the ancient town, E7 I am the reign of the young, Am And I have been told I'm the only one. Dm E7 But I am, no I am not Am Dm E7 I am, no I am not Am Dm E7 Well, I am, no I am not Am E7 Am I am, I am, I am. Dm E7 Am Dm I am the fault of the clerics pen. I am the joke without, within. E7 Am I am the call for righteous living. I am the spawn of a drunken vision. Am Dm I am the hope that drives the dread out of the slums for miles ahead. E7 Am I am the ad that sold the mould. I am the billboard for the soul. Am Dm I am the king of the ancient town, E7 I am the reign of the young, Am And I have been told I'm the only one, but I am Dm E7 Am no I am not, but I am Dm E7 Am no I am not, but I am Dm E7 no I am not Am E7 Am I am, I am, I am. Dm E7 Guitar solo Am Dm E7 Am Am Dm E7 Am Dm I was produced by old machines, rusted and worn by centuries. E7 Am I was entoiled by sullied laws, and now I am caught between its jaws. Am Dm I am the scar of my descent, destined to be the same again. E7 Am I am the circle viciously complete and closed like history. Am Dm I am the king of the ancient town, E7 I am the reign of the young, Am And I have been told I'm the only one, but I am Dm E7 Am no I am not, but I am Dm E7 Am no I am not, but I am Dm E7 no I am not Am E7 Am I am, I am, I am. Dm E7 I am, I am.