King Of Soul Wolfgang Press, The

If you don't listen up, you're asking to be told
If you had a walk like mine, you'd crown it the king of soul
Maybe I don't want it
You take anybody
I cant afford it
Shake hardening like a fire

Too many body swerves and loose control
I wonder am I right or I'm getting old?
My eyes have seen the glory but my bodies on hold
I hope I get to heaven before the devil knows I'm cold Mr. Jack

The hungry feed my only hole
'Cause if you had a head like mine you'd crown it the king of soul
Shake my bible
Walk on my hands
Rub out making your first mistake I've been told
Maybe I won't like it
If you won't listen up, you're asking to be told
If you had a head like mine you'd crown it the king of soul

Too many body swerves and find control
I wonder am right or I'm getting old [?]
'Til my eyes have seen the glory but my bodies still on hold
I hope I get to heaven before the devil knows I'm cold Mr. Jack

The hungry feed my only hole
'Cause if you had a head like mine you'd crown it the king of soul...

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