KING OF PAIN

LEVEL 4D · 120 BPM · The Police

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TAKE IT OFF THE SCREEN

Print the sheet for the piano stand, or load the MIDI into any app and practise at your own tempo.

HOW TO PLAY

1Put your right thumb on middle C. Most beginner songs stay under five fingers — you never move your hand.
2Set the speed down and turn CLICK on. Press each key exactly when the note reaches the line.
3Loop the bar that keeps breaking until it feels easy, then add the left hand and take the speed back up.

LYRICS

There’s a (Bm)lit tle black (A)spot on the sun to day

It’s the (G)same old thing as yes ter day

There’s a (Bm)black hat caught in the high tree (A)top

There’s a (G)flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop

I have (A)stood here be fore in side the (D)pour ing (G)rain with the (A)world turn ing cir cles run ning (D)’round my (G)brain.

I guess (A)I’m al ways hop in’ that you’ll (D)end this (G)reign but it’s (A)my des ti ny to be the (D)king of (G)pain.

There’s a (Bm)lit tle black spot on the sun to day

that’s my soul up there

It’s the (A)same old thing fro as in yes wat ter day

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

There’s a (Bm)black hat caught in a high tree top that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)flag pole rag trapped and the wind won’t stop

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

I have (D)stood here be fore in side the pour ing (G)rain with the (D)world turn ing cir cles run ning ’round my (G)brain.

I guess (D)I’m al ways hop ing that you’ll end this (G)reign but it’s (D)my des ti ny to be the king of (G)pain.

There’s a (Bm)fos sil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall

that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)dead sal mon fro zen in a wat er fall

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

There’s a (Bm)blue whale beached by a spring tide’s ebb that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)but ter fly trapped in a spi der’s web

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

I have (D)stood here be fore in side the pour ing (G)rain with the (D)world turn ing cir cles run ning ’round my (G)brain.

I guess (D)I’m al ways hop ing that you’ll end this (G)reign but it’s (D)my des ti ny to be the king of (G)pain.

There’s a king of (G)pain.

There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out There’s a blind man look ing for a (G)shad ow of doubt; There’s a rich man sleep ing on a (G)gold en bed There’s a ske le ton chok ing on a (D)crust of (Bm)bread.