The Rascal King         
             

Well he was fueled by a lack 
Drew inspiration from a need 
So many problems to crack 
And mouths to feed 
Crooked was the path 
And brazen was the walk 
A cocky swagger, up the ladder 
And could he ever talk 
The last hurrah? 
Nah! I'd do it again 
The Rascal King behind the bars 
Or the one in front of them 
The love of God 
And constant contradictions 
With just a smile, wink or nod 
What's stranger fact or fiction? 
And never ceasing to amaze 
On a regular basis 
First hand into his pocket 
Or first fist into the faces 
The last hurrah? 
Nah! I'd do it again 
The Rascal King behind the bars 
Or the one in front of them 
A legendary character 
When? 
Only then Where? 
Only there 
A hero or a hooligan? 
Well, that part's never clear 
Pride or shame, it's all the same 
Who's innocent or who's to blame? 
Politics or just a game? 
Well in the end they knew his name 
The last hurrah? Nah! I'd do it again 
The Rascal King behind the bars 
Or the one in front of them


             
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