Louis Xiv

May I bring you up to date?

We are living in the 20'th century not in the 18'th

May I bring you up to date, sir?

We are not alive at all

This isn't Napoleon, this isn't Bonaparte, this is fate

This isn't Josephine, she's still in the tent

This isn't the Holy Mother Mary on the balcony of Judas

This is Louis, Louis, the sun king

Louis Quatorze, he was the fire king

He had disgrace there was no finer prince

He had this whole department structured up in Maine

This is Louis, Louis, the sun king

He sacked the Pope who played the pawn in Venezuela

In Venezuela they have lots of cocaine

The cocaine drug is sending people to their magic maker

But when I come home it's what I want

Emperors and gender benders dictate

What's going on

I'm going to seek and find and spend my favorite dollar

This isn't Napoleon or one of his divine illusions

This isn't Napoleon this isn't fate this isn't drugs

This is Louis, Louis, the sun king

I'm getting sick of all the history and facts

I'm going to sail a boat and never coming back

I'm going to trash the Pope and bury his career

And sail this boat into the Southern Hemisphere

You know they say, the grass is always greener on the other side

I know it's not true, I've been there and I'm dying to get back

The grease from grass is born of peace then worn away

My name's Napoleon, I didn't know that

This isn't Venezuela

And Venezuela's vacant

Venezuela's peeking holding jewels up to the West

They say, the grass is greener on the other side

I know it's not true, I've been there and I want to get back

I'm getting sick of all the history and facts

I'm going to sail a boat and never coming back

I'm going to trash the Pope and bury his career

And sail this boat into the Southern Hemisphere

May I bring you up to date?

I am up to date

This isn't Napoleon, this isn't fate, this isn't rhyme

This is a story of times that we had sight

This is Louis, Louis, the sun king

Louis Quatorze, Louis XIV, Louis revolting

He wore his faith abused his wealth in the years 1600's

14,000 men, 14,000 horses withdrew their labors

And here we go into the principality of Paris

We burn the palace and shoot the people with the sour faces

The sour faces have got the people's innocence in their hands

And this dirty, filthy palace has still got no truth

We storm the palace on the 4th and 5th amendments

My name's Napoleon, I didn't breed there

They say, the grass is greener on the other side

Well, I've been thereOther Wolfgang Press songs