The Man Who Would Be King

Bless me, father, I must go away
To save us from the one’s who don’t believe
Confess me, father, I have sinned
But maybe angels really sing
For the man who would be king
We laugh at your religion
You people of the sand
We have no superstition
You can read it in our hands
Forgive me, father, for the change we bring
But it’s all for the man who would be king
Don’t leave a body standing
Not the holy, not the small
Deliver us from evil
If it’s yours we want it all
Lately, father, I’ve been wondering
Is the devil just the man who would be king
How can right be ever wrong?
We are glory, we are stronger than you
We never got an answer
It’s just too late to ask
The bloody flag was waving
Our hearts just ran too fast
Curse me, father, for the chains we bring
And don’t believe the man who would be king
We never got an answer
The question slipped my mind
I’ve been so busy killing
I haven’t found the time