King — Tunng

Four foot nothing knees stained with dirt When we went hiding why don't you seek? No one came looking for me Your head is restless with greed

She carried on shoulders like a little king She is worshipped and adored Invisibly worshipped and ignored No one came looking for me

Twisted metal and underground deeds This weightless town no good for me Your head is restless with greed Your fate laid down in deep