Letra de Them Coconuts

We are the peasants in the field We eat grass and mud and blood We have come to fight your castle made of wood I am the brown old man My clothes are made of wood Im not a very good neighbour I forgot to pay the rent They want to walk against my pretty castle wall I throw my goats at them in self defence Oh. i wish that the king could come and save me I hope that he´s not tied up I am the king and i have a horse I also have a car that i cannot drive My sword is sharp but i cannot shave I have no foam, only mud.