From the recording Peace is Not a Fashion
I believe I wrote this even before Hard Rain. It was meant to be a straight up Sonic Youth style punk basher, but the boys heavied it up. It was always one of our favorites to play live.
Lyrics
"I know what's wrong with the world today
There ain't money enough
There ain't power enough
There ain't love enough
That's what's wrong with the world today
I know
I know what's wrong
I'm gonna get me some things"
(mumbling)
Hey, Mr. Salesman, who do you serve
Selling oil, sex, dope and fresh air
Nothing seems to matter but your place in the line
And the way you wear your confident stare
There's a brand new panic on the state of the soul
But it seems quite simple to me
In America, the money always tastes so sweet
That's because we ain't got nobility
That's why everybody wants to be
The king of Freak Street
On payday everybody stole a moment of silence
Cause the king took a knife in the back
In fact, the whole royal family were in states of shock
From their chemical induced near heart attacks
Those of us at safe distance soap box away
Saying"Why can't we just play nice?"
We all want to dabble in the ultimate vice
But no one really wants to pay the price
Still everybody wants to be
The king of Freak Street
Everybody wants to be
The king of Freak Street
Everybody wants to be the king
Everybody wants to be the"You boys wanna buy me a birthday drink?""I'll buy you a birthday drink"
What you say?
I said everybody wants to
Everybody wants to, everybody wants to
Everybody wants, everybody wants to be
The king of Freak Street
Everybody wants to, everybody wants to
Everybody wants to, everybody wants to
Everybody wants to be
The king of Freak Street
Oh, get hot boys, get hot
Everybody wants to be the
Be the, be the, be the
King
Uh, ha, ha, ha..It's good to be the king