The One with the Jackals - To Kill A King

Never have I seen two filthier jackals

Circling around the corpse not that it matters now

Stretching the coat as they try for size

Claiming the boots that once were mine

I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

The devil’s in the detail, the devil’s in the cup

I’ve never looked around that much

Bouncing off the rocks the sound of cackles

The only thing left not meant for jackals

And I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

I loved you but I can’t read your mind

I can’t read your mind, ooh

I loved you but I can’t read your mind

I can’t read your mind, ooh

Never have I seen two filthier jackals

Picking apart everything that once mattered now

Tipping the rim of their new hat

As they march down to my hometown

And I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

I don’t know

When I’ve had enough

I loved you but I can’t read your mind

I can’t read your mind, ooh

I loved you but I can’t read your mind

I can’t read your mind, ooh