He waits in his perspex chamber room
On the road in the market place
A two pound fifty haircut
Crowns his well groomed wisened face
Always stays in place
Dons his care in the community trainers
Whiter than a supernova
Awaits the royal carriage
For the journey made day over
And over, it's over, until it's over

A tut to the world in general
Three minutes late, he moans
Passes Monday money to his driver
And alights his royal throne
Ignores his lesser subjects
As his court take hurried seats
And the driver whips the horses
And the chamber room retreats

Brick on brick, stack on stack
Block on block, hand over hand
One to one, man to man
Lock on lock, chain on chain

Brick on brick, stack on stack
Build my defensive brace
Block on block, hand over hand
Fortify my space
One to one, man to man
Usurper betrayed
Lock on lock, chain on chain

Medicinal restraint

I'm the king of everything my tired eyes can see
I'll permit your ride, just one last time
And I suggest you take your seat
I'm the king of everything my potentate fingers meet
From this day hence, obeisance
To the king of number 33