Rascal King - MM Bosstones

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Well he was fueled by a lack
Drew inspiration from a need
So many
Problems to crack
And mouths to feed
Crooked was the path
And brazen was the walk
A cocky swagger, up the ladder
And could he ever talk

The last hurrah?
Nah-ah! I’d do it again!
The rascal king behind the bars
Or the one in front of them

The love of god
And constant contradictions
With just a smile, wink or nod
What’s stranger fact or fiction?
And never ceasing to amaze
On a regular basis
First
Hand into his pocket
Or first fist into the faces!

And its the last hurrah
Nah-ah! I’d do it again
The rascal king behind the bars
Or the one in front of them

A legendary character
Where? only there
When? only then
A hero or a hooligan?
Well, that part’s never clear
Pride or shame, it’s all the same
Who’s innocent or who’s to blame?
Politics or just a game?
Well in the end they knew his name

And its the last hurrah
Nah-ah! I’d do it again
The rascal king behind the bars
Or the one in front of them