every morning on the evening news I hear the same ol’ story someone
singing the blues disaster striking out and you’re not ready California
quakes and the Midwest floods see the hurricanes and the Malibu mud ice
and snow, you know it drives you crazy
I hear the prophet of the modern
day shouting out from the side of the stage
the kind is
rising will you be ready to stand up and fight
there’s feeling all
across the land times are tough--getting way out of hand crime is on the
run and there’s no safety war in the streets, the economy nothing stays
the same and there’s nothing for me everybody’s frantic for the sure
thing
I see the prophet of the modern day stepping out from
society’s cage
the king is rising will you be ready to stand up and
fight the king is rising will you be ready to lay down your life
I
don’t think he’ll take any longer, no, I don’t think he’ll take any
more
(solo)
the king is rising will you be ready to stand up
and fight the king is rising will you be ready to lay down your life