[Intro]
[Boogie piano runs uphill before the band crashes into a clipped guitar groove.]

He came downstairs in crimson leather,
Said, “This coat controls the weather.”

[Verse 1]
He sold a silver temple plate
To buy gold boots in size forty-eight.
He dyed his beard a storm-cloud black,
Though half the color stained his back.
He hired a cab, then could not pay,
So blessed the driver’s knees all day.
He called the attic “Cloud Command”;
We called it mold above the landing.

[Chorus]
It’s a midlife crisis on Mount Nothing,
Gold-plated boots and the boiler coughing.
He keeps shouting, “Make way for the king,”
But the lift is broken and the doorbell won’t ring.
He bought a red jacket and sorrow called style,
Then paced three rooms that don’t make a mile.

[Verse 2]
He printed cards in royal blue:
“Zeus—Storms, Advice and Weddings Too.”
He taped them near the laundry door,
Then waited there from ten till four.
One child requested “sun, no rain”;
He made a cloud shaped like a train.
The mother paid him half a pound;
He called it tribute, bowed and frowned.

[Pre-Chorus]
He raised a toast to his return,
While toast inside the grill did burn.
The smoke alarm began to sing;
He shouted, “That one knows its king.”

[Chorus]
It’s a midlife crisis on Mount Nothing,
Gold-plated boots and the boiler coughing.
He keeps shouting, “Make way for the king,”
But the lift is broken and the doorbell won’t ring.
He bought a red jacket and sorrow called style,
Then paced three rooms that don’t make a mile.

[Drum Break]
[Snare, floor tom and handclaps imitate an awkward pub fashion show.]

[Verse 3]
At Friday’s meeting, flat fourteen
Asked why the stairwell smelled of kerosene.
He showed a chart titled “Rise Again,”
With twelve bold arrows and one gold pen.
The landlord pointed to the sum
Of damaged wires and unpaid months.
Zeus struck the table: “I won’t be mocked.”
The landlord calmly changed the lockbox code.

[Bridge]
Then someone asked beneath the glare,
“What happens when nobody cares?”
His grin held fast, his eyes did not;
The room went still, the pipes ran hot.
He said, “They care. They’ve merely strayed.”
No one believed him, so no one stayed.

[Final Chorus]
It’s a midlife crisis on Mount Nothing,
Red leather cracking, the boiler coughing.
He keeps shouting, “Make way for the king,”
To a broken lift and a doorbell’s ring.
He bought a new legend and borrowed the style,
But every bright arrow points back to denial.
On Mount Nothing, where the roof tiles slide,
A god builds a comeback with nowhere to hide.

[Outro]
[The boogie piano slows while Zeus’s footsteps continue alone.]

Gold boots climbing.
Six flights high.
Mount Nothing waits
Under somebody else’s sky.