Malhed - The King Is Back (Back to Work Version)

The king came back from vacation ready to save the whole place. Unfortunately, everyone believed him. “The King Is Back — Back to Work Version” is an industrial hard rock workplace comedy about confidence, bad decisions, and what happens when you say, “Bring me the work” a little too loudly. Long live the king. He already wants his vacation back. Lyrics: [Intro] Move aside. The king is back. [Verse 1] I walked back in with a holiday grin Two weeks gone — let the work begin Coffee in my cup like royal wine Dust on my bench, but the throne is mine I heard this place barely made it through Held up with tape and a prayer or two Relax, boys, I can fix all that Bow down now — the king is back [Pre-Chorus] Turn on the lights Wake up the shop Stack up the trouble Don’t let it stop [Chorus] The king is back! Ring the bell — raise the flag Pile it high — add to the stack The king is back! No excuses — no turning back Dump all the damn work in my lap Come on... Bring me the work Bring me the wreck Bring me the mess piled up to my neck The king is back... Yeah. That’s what I said. [Verse 2] By ten o’clock — twenty-seven calls Two dead engines, water down the walls The boss walked in with a smile too wide “Glad you’re back — we’re six weeks behind” One went to lunch and vanished for good One saw the pile and ran while he could Now every fool with a broken plan Drops it at the feet of the working man [Pre-Chorus] I said, “Bring it!” They heard, “Bring me more!” Now there’s a mountain of work Blocking my door [Chorus] The king is back! Ring the bell — raise the flag Pile it high — add to the stack The king is back! No excuses — no turning back Dump all the damn work in my lap Come on... Bring me the work Bring me the wreck Bring me the mess piled up to my neck The king is back... Yeah. That’s what I said. [Bridge] Yeah, I said, “Pile it on.” I know what I said. I meant give me some work Not bury me alive in it. Next time I call myself king, Somebody knock the crown off my head. [Bridge] A crown made of invoices, a robe made of sweat A wrench for a scepter, the floor soaking wet I wanted the glory, I wanted respect Now I rule every problem they chose to neglect [Final Chorus] The king is back! No more bells — lower the flag Take this crown and hand me my bag The king is tired! One more job and I’m gonna crack Who put the whole damn shop on my back? Still... Bring me the work Bring me the wreck I talked too big — now I’m paying the debt The king is back... Yeah. And the king wants his damn vacation back. #industrialrock #hardrock #comedyrock #backtowork #heavyrock