Palace Doctor

I am tragically covered Sunday
Bleeding Sunday, Sunday’s blood
Who is always sneaking around
On the polished palace floor?
Who, who?
Who is always knocking on my
On my palace doctor’s door?
Who has always kept them bleeding
From the royal palace sores?
I am always high and mighty
Laying on the palace floor
Who, who?
Who is always sneaking around
In the palace garden rows?
Who always throws the first spade
Over shoulder, palace wood?
Who is always hiding bodies
Wealthy bodies, as you should?
Who, who?
I am working in the garden
Planting flowers after dark
Who, who?
Who, who?
Who, who?
Who, who?
Who, who?