It's a Curse!
If I could rule
If I had subjects I'd be very cruel
I'd break their hearts, I'd use them just like tools
But they'd love me all the same
'Cause I'd be their king
They would drink from no one else's spring
They'd bow their heads, put their lips to my ring
From every brand it would be my birds that sing
The expressions of a servant faithful and devout
Who starves to death as buzzards eat his systems out
Sometimes I get so sad
But no hill on the Earth will go un-stabbed
By the staff of my own kingdoms flag
No hill but your own
'Cause you say that we
Have attitudes uncomplimentary
Personalities that disagree
I was born to rule, you were born to be free
The gallows have been prepared and the hanging's been rehearsed
Still the whole kingdom mourns for they know that it was a curse
If I could rule
If I had subjects I'd be very cruel
I'd break their hearts, I'd use them just like tools
But they'd love me all the same
'Cause I'd be their king
They would drink from no one else's spring
They'd bow their heads, put their lips to my ring
From every brand it would be my birds that sing
I'll throw their fucking bodies in a stream
Is your name Little Nemo 'Cause you're livin' in a dream
I'll kill every fuckin' hippie in the world
If I had subjects I'd be very cruel
I'd break their hearts, I'd use them just like tools
But they'd love me all the same
'Cause I'd be their king
They would drink from no one else's spring
They'd bow their heads, put their lips to my ring
From every brand it would be my birds that sing
The expressions of a servant faithful and devout
Who starves to death as buzzards eat his systems out
Sometimes I get so sad
But no hill on the Earth will go un-stabbed
By the staff of my own kingdoms flag
No hill but your own
'Cause you say that we
Have attitudes uncomplimentary
Personalities that disagree
I was born to rule, you were born to be free
The gallows have been prepared and the hanging's been rehearsed
Still the whole kingdom mourns for they know that it was a curse
If I could rule
If I had subjects I'd be very cruel
I'd break their hearts, I'd use them just like tools
But they'd love me all the same
'Cause I'd be their king
They would drink from no one else's spring
They'd bow their heads, put their lips to my ring
From every brand it would be my birds that sing
I'll throw their fucking bodies in a stream
Is your name Little Nemo 'Cause you're livin' in a dream
I'll kill every fuckin' hippie in the world
Credits
Writer(s): The Baddest Beams
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