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[Intro] Em - Em [Verse 1]
EmThe Kings sleeps late, is seldom seen, his crusted beard is quite unclean, his Dfingernails of lichen green brush Emcrumbs from his great bed. EmArthritic hands of mottled brown turn moths from out his dressing gown, he'll Dsearch at some length for the crown which Emnests upon his head.
[Verse 2]
EmHe'll talk aloud unto himself, curse his cough and wretched health, and Drun a finger along the shelf where his Empills and potions reign. EmAnd if his limpid Chancellor should chance to peer around the door, he'll Dbellow like a wounded boar and reEmpel him with good aim.
[Instrumental] G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A Em - Em - Em - Em [Verse 3]
EmI'll met the Council of the King in Midnight Court conspiring, a seDditious hooded gathering conEmcur the King must die. EmI fear they whisper sinister, the Bishop and the Minister, a Dpoison to administer in a Emveal and venom pie.
[Instrumental] G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A Em - Em - Em - Em [Instrumental Verse] Em - Em - Em - Em D - D - Em - Em Em - Em - Em - Em D - D - Em - Em [Verse 4]
EmGut, the cook, girth aptly wide, surveyed the pie with paternal pride, Dquite aware of what lay inside and Emfeigned a modest tone. EmAnd all the while the Council schemed how best to pick the kingdom clean, while Dthose who would did court the Queen with Emone eye on the throne.
[Instrumental] G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A G - D - A - Em G - D - A - A G - D - A - Em G - D - Bm - Em