What do you think when you spit in my faceHow does if feel to accuse and to hazeNow look at me, I’m not one of your kindAnd I prefer to stay behindAnd walk the wicked wayWe don’t wanna be like youDon’t you get than king of fools?We don’t mind your life is triteYou are the king of fools.We are never gonna be like youWe don’t follow, king of foolsYou’re the blind to lead the blindAnd I walk the wicked wayYou feel at ease as you flock with the massesWhat do you see with your heads in their assesKeep on railing at what I believeCall me insane and I am proud to beAnd walk the wicked wayWe don’t wanna be like youDon’t you get than king of foolsWe don’t mind your life is triteYou are the king of foolsWe’re never gonna be like youWe don’t follow, king of foolsYou are the blind to lead the blind – oh