King Of Song Lyrics - This World Is Not Enough - Marching Church

I grew up like any boy-child 

In modest, humble conditions 

But now they gild the ground I have betrodden 

The globe is spinning on my thumb 

People will rise for me 

Put out their eyes for me 

Hey now 

People will die for me 

Fantasize about me 

Hey yeah 

I am the king of song 

Standing on top of heaps of bodies and piles of people 

Waving my flag 

Now the multitudes have gathered around me 

Grateful for each word I preach 

They will rise for me 

Put out their eyes for me 

He now 

They will die for me 

Fantasize about me 

Hey yeah 

I am the king of song 

He is rising 

He is rising 

The king of song