Since I'm putting down all Of the true things around but I like it I handed down the crown Given the jewels and the answers of may The thought of being ousted comes and goes When I think about it the wind blows I hate it
Run me out of town Somewhere a move might intended a gown at Pissed at all the bowels Always the blues and a delicate smile Missed all of the sideways Gull and noun Chills and petty band-aids Wrapped around I hate it
