Cottonsides

Stay your tongue young troubadour
Or risk the Inquisition
A light when sung bites all the more
And criticism is sedition
If you want to keep your head
Keep your head down
Cos Ol' Cottonsides has eyes and ears
All round this town

Thick of wit as thin of skin
Nonetheless a king
Betwixt his bitter twisted whims
A sycophant can cling
So if you want to get ahead
Get your head down
Much glitters on the gold behind
A kowtowed crown

Stay your tongue young troubadour
Or risk the Inquisition
A light when sung bites all the more
And criticism is sedition
If you want to keep your head
Keep your head down
Cos Ol' Cottonsides has eyes and ears
All round this town

Oh Sire, My Liege
Desire and greed
Your loyal subjects are revolting
Come to snuff the royal weed

We see right through your crown
Your hollow worthless crown
And we see your edifice crumbling down



Credits
Writer(s): Kieran Hansen
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