Kings

Now they lay, his body down Sad old men, who run this town I still recall the way he led the charge and saved the day Blue blood and rain I can hear, the bugle playin' We've seen the last of good, King Richard Ring out the past, his name lives on and on Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher Raise up your glass to good King John (uh-huh) While he plundered, far and wide All his starving, children cried And though we, sung his fame We all went hungry, just the same He meant to shine To the end of the line We've seen the last of good, King Richard Ring out the past, his name lives on and on Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher Raise up your glass to good King John And though we, sung his fame We all went hungry, just the same He meant to shine To the end of the line We've seen the last of good, King Richard Ring out the past, his name lives on and on Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher Raise up your glass to good King John Raise up your glass to good King John Raise up your glass to good King John