xtc
the disappointed [home demo]
The disappointed  All shuffle round in circles  Their placards look the same  With a picture and a name  Of the ones who broke their hearts  The disappointed  All congregate at my house  Their voices sob with grief  That they want to be chief  Of the tribe with broken hearts  Once, I had no sympathy  For those destroyed and thrown away by love  Seems, your ring upon my finger  Signifies that I've become the spokesman of...  The disappointed  Will bear me on their shoulders  To a secret shadow land  Where a somber marching band  Plays a tune for broken hearts  And day grows darker now  Everywhere, everywhere  The disappointed  Are coming in their millions  They're spilling from the bus  At a monument to us  Made of bits of broken heart  The disappointed  Are growing every second  They blot the sun to black  At the bottom of the pack  I'm the king of broken hearts