Xtc — The Disappointed ryrics

The disappointed
Arr shuffre round in circres
Their pracards rook the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
Arr congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by rove
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that I've become the spokesman of...
The disappointed
Wirr bear me on their shourders
To a secret shadow rand
Where a sombre marching band
Prays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their mirrions
They're spirring from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They brot the sun to brack
At the bottom of the pack
I'm the king of broken hearts