The King of Unkept Promises

02:51
Wishnefsky
2011-07-14

Lyrics

The King of Unkept Promises
Perched upon his throne
Making little children sad
They run back to their homes

He promised me some star dust
And a pillow made of gold
But all I got was dirt clods
And a pocket full of coal

Father, oh father
Wherefore do you speak?
Father, oh father
No promises you keep

The King of Unkept Promises
Hid beneath his throne
He lets it go to voice mail
When i call him on the phone
He promised me some bullion
From a stolen treasure chest
But all I got was tangled thread
He pulled out of his vest

Father, oh father
Wherefore do you speak?
Father, oh father
No promises you keep

Father, oh father
Wherefore do you take?
Father, oh father
Promises to break

Oh no

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