The King Of Kowloon Lyrics

You once told me I was mad

That my artistry was bad

But that was before

Now you're mocking no more.

No-one told me what to say

Which opinions were OK

So you're changing your tune

Acknowledging the king of Kowloon.

When a question can't be asked

When an answer must be masked

When a long prison stay

Is a wrong word away

When a colour can't be worn

A conclusion can't be drawn

When you can't call out lies

Then be sure tyranny is on the rise.

Under paper, under paint

Though the remnants may be faint

Those who know what to see

Will find traces of me

If you need a figurehead

They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead

When darkness falls at noon

Stand with the king of Kowloon.

You may think you're in the clear

That it couldn't happen here

If you open your eyes

You may get a surprise

Though the strokes at first are small

Soon the writing's on the wall

When you've lost your cocoon

Send for me the king of Kowloon.

These are the days

When your head's used as timpani

Beaten with a baton by a

Government goon

Who is keen to erase

Any last thought of liberty

These are the ways

You'll be needing me soon

The once and future king of Kowloon.

Under paper, under paint

Though the remnants may be faint

Those who know what to see

Will find traces of me

If you need a figurehead

They can't kill me 'cos I'm dead

When darkness falls at noon

Stand with the king of Kowloon

And when darkness falls at noon

Stand with the king of Kowloon.