To licence this song for your band, please contact the Tale Teller Club using the contact form. Life is a curse when you never run free And it only feels worse if you just don't believe Till a hero comes forth like a guide in the mist With fight in his heart in the shape of a fist When power exists unchecked and untamed It feeds off its people, the meek and the maimed It grows like a cancer, a tumour so bold Spread from the towers of jewellery and gold The Mole Rat King is blind to the kitten rats' shame Deaf to their cries in his self-serving game His pale mange skin smells of yesterday's gin But still he survives, the king always wins It just takes the strength of might and of will To claw through the ruins of history's fill To give hope a future recovered from hate To live a new life of peace and of grace How do you win if you're not in the game? You Breath in the air and you bury the shame
