The disappointed all shuffle round in circles Their black hearts look the same with a picture and a name Of the ones who broke their hearts The disappointed all congregate at my house Where their voices sound with grief that they want me to be chief Of the tribe with broken hearts Once I had no sympathy for those destroyed and thrown away in love To see your ring upon my finger signifies that I'm eager The spokesman of the disappointed will bear me on their shoulders To a dark and secret land where a somber marching band plays a tune for broken hearts Can't take what's darker now everywhere, everywhere The disappointed are flocking in their millions They're spilling from the bus at a monument to us Made of bits of broken hearts Once I had no sympathy for those destroyed and thrown away in love To see your ring upon my finger signifies that I've become the spokesman Of the disappointed are growing every second We're filling up the globe here with scepter, crown and robe I'm the king of broken hearts Thanks for watching!