I am singer of songs A writer of wrongs A dreamer of sighs A hater of lies, so are you And so are you As the preacher said to the king "Which part of, Jesus, are you from? Now where do you belong? In my heart? No, no, no Just in this song It takes much more then having enough To keep you satisfied Takes much more then what it's worth with lives As the preacher said to the queen "Mess up your head in my armor sheen You know what I mean Keep it clean, it's a dream You know what I mean"