There's a little black spot on the sun todayThat's my soul up thereIt's the same old thing as yesterdayThat's my soul up thereThere's a black hat caught in a high treetopThat's my soul up thereThere's a flagpole rag and the wind won't stopThat's my soul up thereI have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith a smile on my faceA world turning circles running round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this rainBut it's my destiny to be the king of painThere's the fossilist trapped in the high cliff wallThat's my soul up thereThere's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfallThat's my soul up thereThere's a blue whale beached by a springTied to the ebbThat's my soul up thereThere's a little flag trapped in a spider's webThat's my soul up thereI have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith a world turning circles running round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this rainBut it's my destiny to be the king of painThere's a king on a throne with his eyes torn outThere's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubtThere's a rich man sleeping on a golden bedThere's a skeleton choking on a rough-up brainKing of PainKing of PainKing of PainThere's a red fox torn by a huntsman's packIt's my soul up thereThere's a black-haired girl with a broken backIt's my soul up thereI've stood here before inside a pouring rainWith the world turning circles running round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this worryBut it's my soul in the darkThat's my destiny, to be the king of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of painKing of pain