The Weary King

Sep 05, 2005 18:30

Since I’m coming down
I’ll take my time leaving
I’m handing down my crown
Before they start thieving

The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it you say it shows
And I hate it

They’ll run me out of town
Without any time to explain
Down in the water I’ll drown
Screaming their names in vain

The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it you say it shows
And I hate it

At the gallows I see it now
Faces of my betrayers clear
I’ll leave ‘em with one last vow
At death's gate I'm who they'll fear

The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it you say it shows
And I hate it
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