I meet up with the king.

I meet up with the king. He confessed he´s body was burning.   I meet up with the king he´s body has began too rot.   And he sad ; don´t think less of me , I´m still the same that I used to be.    But no one belived him , no one belived him.    I once new a pretty girl and she was in love with the world and she loved a young man.   Who loved her body but never saw her mind.   He took everything she had kept and then he took everthing else that was left.   But no one belived her , no one belived her.    I feel just like the king as I fall one the muddy ground.   I feel just like you gal.    There´s people thinking they no something now.    Well I don´t now anything at all and we mean nothing to the history.    Well thank god.    So tell me.    Do you belive me ? Do you belive me ?    I bet you don´t. I bet you won´t