Sad Round King
Copyright 2004 by Jon Gill

I looked out my window again today
But my reflection was all that I saw
Why can’t everything go my way?
Why do I live by Murphy’s Law?

My whole world revolves
Around me, me, me
My problems I solve
No one else I need

           You couldn’t tell I’m just a sad, round king
           Of a kingdom that’s lost its way
           Fat but not happy is the song I sing
           Self-sufficient all the way to decay
           Don’t put your trust
           In me, I’m just
           A sad, round king.

My table is full of all of this food
None of it will benefit me
But constant eating puts me in a good mood
So I’ll consume whatever I see

Everything’s all about
Me, me, me
With my waist full of wasted
Hypocrisy

           Don’t tell anyone I’m just a sad, round king
           My kingdom will never be found
           Gorging and gluttony and everything
           Staying in shape means that I’m staying round
           Not worth your trust
           No, I am just
           A sad, round king

Got an invitation to a feast today
From a king that had just come to town
It said I am welcome and don’t need to pay
But I think I wanna lose a few pounds

‘Cuz it’s always been about
Me, me, me
And now it’s time to taste
Some reality

           Because this feast is thrown by the King of Kings
           So I sit at His table to feed
           No need to wash, and don’t bring a thing
           The King will supply all my needs

           Yes, this is a party for the Son of the King
           Through whom I will always be fed
           I think I can shed a few pounds this spring
           ‘Cuz it was more than pounds that He shed

           And I’ll trust Him, He
           Had mercy on me
           A sad, round thing…
           Yes, He’s worth my trust
           For I was just…
           A sad, round king.


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