Formicary Lyrics & Chords By Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

A man who would be king, a big thing
To move great masses with his mouth
To play fast and loose with limb
To build a castle on the sand
To lie with grace
And steal with face
A horrible cunning man
A lovable and callous sham
Condemned to flail without end
Condemned to fail in the end
To give more than he takes
With high stakes
To Save the world from itself
To put his own gain on the shelf
To set his mind on a higher peak
And always turn the other cheek
A champion of the meek
What a total fucking freak
Condemned to flail, tries to mend
Condemned to fail in the end
Insignificant/Indispensable
Dependable/Disposable
Miniscule/Indefatigable
A man who would be king