Come, your chariot awaits
Step up, the bus kneels for you as every man shall do in time
The people of the street will rise
So gather up your bags of cans, Ha Hey! Ha Hey!
We won’t get off til we hit the city square,
Ha Hey Hey Hey! The laughing lady is already there!

So surrender to me
I have been resurrected
For I am King Love and I will lift you up!

Bottles hidden, all the lice-ridden masses
Mocked by socialites in non-prescription glasses
“It’s not about the flowers,” he spits in retribution
Disabled and devoid of contributions
Under Thunderbird breath, a tattered flag flutters,
Under Thunderbird breath, he mutters, “We’ll rise…”

So surrender to me
I have been resurrected
For I am King Love and I will lift you up!

So surrender to me
I have been resurrected
And I remember the spirit of Camelot

So surrender to me
I have been resurrected
For I am King Love and I will lift you up!