The Fisher King

Failed endangered heffalump
Galumphing round the old gazump
Between the king my brother's wreck
And the king my father's death

Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King

Since I got wounded in the cock
This our land begins to rot
Instead of fixing your mistakes
I sit fishing by the lake
All the little Parsifals coming to fix me
Burn their beasts and offerings and men in effigy

Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered the groin of me
I can't feel the dagger of ecstasy
Surely there cannot be something wrong
Surely I am not the Fisher King

Don't tell him he is the Fisher King
Don't tell him he is the Fisher King

I lost the magic soup tureen
That resurrects the dead
And so I asked my followers to sever my head
My head kept talking endlessly
Kept everyone amused
All the way to Wimbledon
With modish racist views
All the little Parsifals attempting to cure me
Burn their beasts and offerings and men in effigy

Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered the groin of me
I can't feel the d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dagger of ecstasy
Something sweet is broken inside of me
Something was the compass that guided me
Some great spear has knackered the groin of me
I can't feel the dagger of ecstasy
Have I now become the Fisher King?