The Disappointed
The disappointedAll shuffle round in circlesTheir placards look the sameWith a picture and a nameOf the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointedAll congregate at my houseTheir voices sob with griefThat they want me to be chiefOf the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathyFor those destroyed and thrown away by loveSeems, your ring upon my fingerSignifies that I’ve become the spokesman of
The disappointedWill bear me on their shouldersTo a secret shadow landWhere a somber marching bandPlays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker nowEverywhere, everywhere
The disappointedAre coming in their millionsThey’re spilling from the busAt a monument to usMade of bits of broken heart
Once, I had no sympathyFor those destroyed and thrown away by loveSeems, your ring upon my fingerSignifies that I’ve become the spokesman of
The disappointedAre growing every secondThey blot the sun to blackAt the bottom of the packI’m the king of broken hearts
The disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointedThe disappointed