Etiquette is Dead (King Connection)
We’ve
never met, but I know all about you, Name, number, how you earn your bread
Commission
from the sale, You are on you way to Phoenix for
real!
Was
I to stop you walking, ask about your life? Would you think of me as rude?
Your
broadcast is loud and clear, I hear private business through your plastic ear
Etiquette is dead, Long live King
Connection
Never miss a call, slave to
his affection
Babel’s
voices dominate, can’t concentrate, As I read
my eye stumbles ‘round the page
Can’t
hear myself think, intrusion falls like rain, Confusion in my brain
You
can’t lose touch anytime, even, Waiting for a plane, a meal, a grocery queue
Better
give in, reach out touch someone, Never really wanted to be alone!
Etiquette is dead, Long live King
Connection
Never miss a call, slave to
his affection
(BR) I see a guru
sitting still within the crowd, Garments
tied with rope, sandals on his feet
Eye
of serenity in this storm of noise, What does he hear? Is his mind elsewhere, I’d
like to know
You
can’t lose touch anytime, even, Waiting for a plane, a meal, a grocery queue
Better
give in, get my very own, I may be needed while I’m on the throne!
Etiquette is dead, Long live King
Connection
Never miss a call, slave to
his affection