[pretender to the throne]
[lyrics: woodley]


This is another song I transcribed, so a couple of words
might be a bit off from Thom's. -- andy.

when the sceptre came to me, I grabbed it violently.
I am my father's son.
all these terrorists misunderestimate me.
can't they see that I'm their king?

I'm calling Jesus up for my next birthday party.
always looks good to have him there.
call the devil too to smuggle all the whiskey in,
underneath his ten-gallon hat.

king because my blood, thicker than water,
don't mix with oil which made me king.

one time I got a wound swordfighting in the aisle of white
the surgeon stuck his fingers in.
took some samples out to witness how my royal blood differs.

my smiling portrait hangs watching in every village square,
panopticonographic me.
there is another man who claims the people name him king,
but look who's got the sword.

sometimes I wonder if the fear is already on its way, but in the meantime...


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