作词 : Carl Barât/Pete Doherty

作曲 : Carl Barât/Pete Doherty

I've got a little secret for ya

Even now there's something

To be proud about

You come up the hard way

And they'll remind you every day

You're nothing

Oh my words in your mouth

Are mumbled all about

You're like a journalist

How you can cut and paste and twist

You're awful

Tell it to your king

Tell him everything you know

Tell him you know how I feel

Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates

Oh I'm all levered off my face

And just to work out what it's on about

And see snakes in eyes

And danger signs

If you were late you mustn't dare complain

And you won't like this at all

There's nothing to break your fall

Oh tell it to your king

Tell him everything you know

And you know how I feel out of place

Until I'm levered off my face

And I can't work out what your on about

Didn't they explain

You have to play the game

oh-oh

Jack drinks and smokes his cares away

His heart is in the lonely way

Living in the ruins

Of a castle built on sand