When King John went to the temple
So faithful and humble

 

He raised his hands and looked at the skies
He spoke and spoke nothing but lies

 

Things he never meant or will ever mean
Things the eyes have never seen

 

He cried and cried
But from the truth he shall never hide

 

He thanked god for what he has given
Thanked and thanked and wished for heaven

 

He spoke about the plants, about the land
About the houses and the working hand

 

He made it seem like paradise
Poor King, didn’t know to god he can’t tell lies

 

The sky turned black
And the wind came back

 

From the heavy rain to the lightning

The scene was frightening

 

The water entered the temple from its gates
The king knew death was his fate

 

Don’t lie to God, dear King
He knows there’s no such thing

 

The houses you talked about are tents
And mothers have no food for their kids

 

The working hand?
They were hungry, so they ate sand.

 

What about the farms and the plants?

Very less water is there, to spare for the plants they cant.

 

To god don’t tell lies, dear King.
There is no such thing.