King Of The Chaff

Sunny side up kind of day

Smiling with your criminal eyes

Nothing that I have to say

Will change your mind, I'm certain

And if you think I'm a liar

I promise you'll get your way

Cause everything comes around full circle

Don't want your autograph

You're not my centerpiece

You cannot fuck with me

I'm the King of the Chaff

Taken for a box of crayons

Elting in the heat of the sun

Everything runs together

Is it art?

Or is it just a fucking mess?

Tell yourself to take a rest

(I'm sick and I'm tired of the bright lights catching all the breaks)

Don't want your autograph

You're not my centerpiece

You cannot fuck with me

I'm the King of the Chaff

Don't want your autograph

You're not my centerpiece

You cannot fuck with me

I'm the King of the Chaff