Royal Blood
Up against a wall
And you want to peel away but gravity won't let you
Did the curtain call?
If they call you by your name, don't you let 'em get you
The cavalry is after me
But I promise you I'm not scared
The lords and ladies of a one horse town
They can't get me when I'm in the air
Mr. America
Wrap him in a flag and send him to the riot
And if I'm scaring you
Know the hills are on fire and they're glowing ultraviolet
And it seems to me
That it's pretty simple to see
Oh, a fish rots from the head down, going downtown
I can see your head has fleas
So, stand up straight, son, you've royal blood
Shout your family name on the streets you run
You said fuck old age when you can die young
Some things never change, you're your father's son
Hey long face, you bleed royal blood
Forget this place, you're a cut above
Take your father's gold, buy a loaded gun
You've got old money and a big trust fund
Yeah but you're still street, man, you're still thug
We sleep in the streets that you think you're from
Hey long face, you bleed royal blood
Forget this place, you're a cut above
And that's the end
You took off last night
In a car with a blonde
You arrived at the gate just a little too late
Just to find that your castle's bridge, it had been drawn
You've got nothing to prove
Certainly not to me
Common folk make you choke because you know that we know
That you bleed
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
And you want to peel away but gravity won't let you
Did the curtain call?
If they call you by your name, don't you let 'em get you
The cavalry is after me
But I promise you I'm not scared
The lords and ladies of a one horse town
They can't get me when I'm in the air
Mr. America
Wrap him in a flag and send him to the riot
And if I'm scaring you
Know the hills are on fire and they're glowing ultraviolet
And it seems to me
That it's pretty simple to see
Oh, a fish rots from the head down, going downtown
I can see your head has fleas
So, stand up straight, son, you've royal blood
Shout your family name on the streets you run
You said fuck old age when you can die young
Some things never change, you're your father's son
Hey long face, you bleed royal blood
Forget this place, you're a cut above
Take your father's gold, buy a loaded gun
You've got old money and a big trust fund
Yeah but you're still street, man, you're still thug
We sleep in the streets that you think you're from
Hey long face, you bleed royal blood
Forget this place, you're a cut above
And that's the end
You took off last night
In a car with a blonde
You arrived at the gate just a little too late
Just to find that your castle's bridge, it had been drawn
You've got nothing to prove
Certainly not to me
Common folk make you choke because you know that we know
That you bleed
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
Royal blood
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Writer(s): Alexander Nanni
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