Swine King

I could sure use a shoulder
I could do with a hand
I could swing from a rafter
I should start with a plan

I could go for the needle
Just have one final nudge
Find my way through the ether
Let the soil be my judge

When things return to normal
When I rise from the ground
Will you hand me my sceptre?
Will you hand me my crown?



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Brooks
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