I'm not used to dudes who take walks when their thoughts are loud I'm used to the bubble and the bubble will pop if you think you’re proud Have you seen the king on his throne of so many years He brings the boys to their knees and the boys eyes are full of tears But where does it go All the ideas and things that you made in a little pond Where does it go When the bubble keeps you home I never wanted to wander too far Now I'm afraid I won’t see it all You spun me round in your not fancy car Who knew the king would eventually fall There are many queens walking circles round this gigantic planet Not a lot get the credit in the bubble run by princes reciting hamlet Woe is me to be or not to be is that the question These ladies know what they want And they’ve got too much time to teach you a lesson But where do they go When all the power is never in their control Where do they go When the bubble keeps them home There are many suitors unsuitable for me Not a lot of room in this bubble for a magic matrimony I once met a serf a peasant sweet as can be Hid away from the castle But the bubble came back to devour me I never wanted to run I never wanted to run I never wanted to run But I got good at it I got good at it I never wanted to run I never wanted to run Never wanted to run But I got good at it You taught me how to spit I never wanted to run But now it’s fun Oh, I got good at it I got good at it It’s never told That poor boy had a heart of gold