Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in
luxury.
He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and
there's
no complaining while he's reigning. The lambs are bare of fleece and
cold;
the lion has stolen that, I'm told. There must be some creature mighty
as
you are. The lambs go hungry (not fair), the biggest portion is the
lion's
share. There must be some creature mighty as you are.
Can I be unhappy? Listen and agree, no words can shame him or tame
him.
The lambs are bare of fleece and cold; the lion has stolen that, I'm
told.
There must be some creature mighty as you are. The lambs go hungry
(not fair),
the biggest portion is the lion's share. There must be some creature
mighty
as you are, as you are.
Razor claws in velvet paws, you dunce in your guarded home, 'til a
stronger
beast will call on you and pounce upon your throne.
Do we pay? Dearly, for the lion takes so greedily and he knows that
what
he's taken, it is ours. That's how the wealth's divided among the
lambs and
king of the beasts, it is so one-sided. Until the lamb is king of the
beasts
we live so one-sided.