He's the king of No-Man's-Land,

a kingdom noone cares about.

He reigns so sovereign his town,

no man 's never gonna vote him out.

 

His people here are all left-overs

or left-alones or left-behinds.

The most grey-haired, of random beauty,

all bored to death and all resigned.

 

Some of them must've had a dream once -

but that has been long years ago -

must've got lost or caught or stuck here

or they're just fools - I'll never know.

 

And he who reigns this cheerless place,

he has to be the major fool.

He smiles and laughs, he cheers all day

as if there's really something he could rule.

 

I don't know why I do still live here,

when all I wanna do is run.

Is it because of all the fools here

I'm probably the biggest one?