in the path of a southern sun settin' on the ocean,
is the sound of a mocking bird teachin' you to sing,
and you were lost like a painted garden starrin' in a movie,
gettin' high on a balcony hangin' from a string,
pick up your spoon
cook up your breakfast sad fisher king

give up bein' a man
look up look at your hand,
severely grasping something else to hold
your tongue inside your mouth,
you talk a lot you don't say much you fisher king
spoon fisher king

if your mind is an orphanage then every child is a junkie,
that fell in love with the hollow pin enchanted by the sting,
and now you act like a dollar bill that's waitin' for the powder,
you would dance with the weather man who couldn't find the spring,
pick up your spoon,
cook up your breakfast sad fisher king,

give up bein' a star,
your blood lovin' the tar
take my hand discreetly slip into the bathroom neatly,
cook up every chunk go shoot your junk you fisher king,
spoon fisher king.

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Fisher King song meanings
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