Fit for a King

	作曲 : Woodward
	作词 : Woosward
	The guest of honor to watch the slaughter
	Of peasants who had dared to try for freedom
	With suits and dresses and pricessless frescos
	I pass the marbled halls to reach the banquet
	The dukes and lords were gathered around
	A banquet, fit for a king
	With platters and grease-stained splatters
	They hold a feast like non I'd ever seen
	His royal highness, he wines and dines us
	And boasts of all his conquests of the land
	The food was stunning, if ever I saw
	A banquet, fit for a king
	When were done, he said "now comes the fun,
	Where we waste all these treasonous fools
	Here is my knife, I'll let you take the life
	of the one that you think is the worst."
	And so I turned and faced the king..
	I stabbed that knife down on his gold crown
	His royal bloodline spewing on the marble
	His eyes beseeched me, this hallow screeched plea
	"Oh why, oh why would someone do this to me?"
	The guards were slackjawed, I ran through the courtyard
	The prisoners were following behind
	I gave that bastard what he deserved
	A funeral, fit for a king

	zuò qǔ : Woodward
	zuò cí : Woosward
	The guest of honor to watch the slaughter
	Of peasants who had dared to try for freedom
	With suits and dresses and pricessless frescos
	I pass the marbled halls to reach the banquet
	The dukes and lords were gathered around
	A banquet, fit for a king
	With platters and greasestained splatters
	They hold a feast like non I' d ever seen
	His royal highness, he wines and dines us
	And boasts of all his conquests of the land
	The food was stunning, if ever I saw
	A banquet, fit for a king
	When were done, he said " now comes the fun,
	Where we waste all these treasonous fools
	Here is my knife, I' ll let you take the life
	of the one that you think is the worst."
	And so I turned and faced the king..
	I stabbed that knife down on his gold crown
	His royal bloodline spewing on the marble
	His eyes beseeched me, this hallow screeched plea
	" Oh why, oh why would someone do this to me?"
	The guards were slackjawed, I ran through the courtyard
	The prisoners were following behind
	I gave that bastard what he deserved
	A funeral, fit for a king