He sits on his throne of pleather and foam He rules with a fist of plastic hollowed out bones He's made up of shit, not courage and grit He's craving respect now thinks he's worthy of it When they relinquish the Crown, you stood out cause no one else was around Now your big shit, small dick, pretentious prick What a suitable fit!
Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve Bow down, I bow down to nothing, nothing king!
Sits high on his horse, he won't be ignored He walks like the Hoss and shouts at inferiors
But when he's at home, neglected alone His majesty pouts and now he reaps what he sows When they relinquish the crown, he stood out cause no one else was around Now your tough shit, limp dick, pompous bigot The qualities of a prick
Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve Bow down, I bow down to Nothing Your one rung up now your twice his size, you rule the world only in your eyes I bow down to nothing, nothing king!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
