The papers read that the king is dead. The people said what we need instead. Is to be on our own. But people they do the strangest things. You never know what they might do. When they are left alone. There's men without gods and gods without men. And a spirit of which none of them can transcend. But something peculiar is happening. We should just be happy with just what we've got. And the problems should be too few to mention. But they're not. Where can I go for some information?. So tired of the big sensation. I need to know what's going on. Oh well you're the well-informed. Into your world which I was born. My friend here's to you. How would I know if there was something wrong. When the weak of heart out-survive the strong. The truth is almost always confidential. You never know just what you've got until it's gone. And your friends have never seemed so essential. When you're wrong. Remarkably incredible incredibly forgettable. I know this might sound strange don't ever change. Amazingly unfaceable entirely replaceable. There's nothing I would rearrange don't ever change. Out of luck out of space out of time out of place. Don't try to save face my friend. There was a time and there was a place. For your face and for your race but it's been swept away.