When chat about history comes up, oh dear,
John Oliver quips, “It’s good to be king, my dear !”
Wondering if tomorrow will bring another fight.
With dread in our hearts, we clamor and roam,
Wondering where all this fear calls home.
When chat about history comes up, oh dear,
John Oliver quips, “It’s good to be king, my dear !”
Wondering if tomorrow will bring another fight.
With dread in our hearts, we clamor and roam,
Wondering where all this fear calls home.