(John Taylor) 

There's got to be a reason to this rhyme, there's got to be a message here this time
You're not one of us but I'm one of them You know it's not that easy it's so much harder to be real

I'm no immortal but I think like a king You've got to be queen to satisfy me a social disorder
There's gonna be moments here living with me I know it's not easy to satisfy me I'm no immortal
But I think like a king
I'm not gonna let go of my prize I wanna keep this symmetry alive There's so many changes One day to the next
Sometimes I'm disappearing But you know where to find me Under the gun

I'm not immortal but I think like a king, you've got to be queen just to ratify me A social disorder,
A strange situation apparently It takes more than order to civilize me I'm no immortal but I think like a king
Give me everything I'll not settle for lessThat's my ceiling Method to this rhyme,
I'm no immortal but I think like a king, you've got to be queen to satisfy me, A social disorder,
But I sting like a bee