Lyrics

[Intro: Tico Torres] One, two, three, four [Verse 1] Heavy is the head that wears the crown [Spoken] Wait a minute, wait a minute, stop I was, uh, truthfully, I was just gettin' choked up thinkin' about this other night back home And we were at the fundraiser for the foundation and these guys that— They were the volunteers that work in the kitchen and they got to be there, in this amazing room and Celebrate this little foundation that I started, and-and It wasn't about me, it was about them And I was thinkin' about this guy His suit was three ti— si-sizes too big and his pants were too long He was smilin' from ear to ear So, for that guy, one more time It's called "All Hail the King" [Verse 1] Heavy is the head that wears the crown All the people came to hear him speak from miles around They hung on every word, a song in every sound But heavy is the head that wears the crown Uh-huh [Verse 2] He touched the sky to light up all the stars He could snap his fingers and catch lightning in a jar I am you, you are me, we are who we are Touch the sky and light up all the stars Uh-huh [Chorus] (All hail the) King whose castle's falling down (The paper) Prince who wears a cardboard crown Poor man has his money, a rich man has his gold (All hail) Hail the king whose fortune is his Soul, soul Soul [Verse 3] He climbed the clouds, took Heaven's highest hill Get that high, the Earth below looks just like a blue pill Gave wind to all his horses, to all his men, good will When he climbed down from Heaven's highest hill Uh-huh [Chorus] (All hail the king) Whose castle's fallin' down The paper prince who wears a cardboard crown Poor man got his money, rich man has his gold All hail the king whose fortune is his Soul, soul Soul [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] He breathed his last, they laid him in the ground False prophets spoke of riches, they said, "All hail to us, now" The faithful wouldn't listen, they never would bow down He laid his head, laid there in the ground [Chorus] All hail the king whose castle's fallin' down The paper prince, wears a cardboard crown Poor man has his money, a rich man has his gold (All) Hail the king whose fortune is his Soul, soul Soul, soul Soul, soul Soul