King

We argue in the kitchen

About whether to have children

About the world ending

And the scale of my ambition

And how much is art really worth?

The very thing you're best at

Is the thing that hurts the most

But you need your rotten heart

Your dazzling pain like diamond rings

You need to go to war to find material to sing

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow

My bloody sword to swing

My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

But a woman is a changeling

Always shifting shape

Just when you think you have it figured out

Something new begins to take

What strange claws are these

Scratching at my skin?

I never knew my killer would be coming from within

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I need my golden crown of sorrow

My bloody sword to swing

I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

'Cause I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

I am no mother

I am no bride

I am king

Oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-ooh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

I was never as good

As I always thought I was

But I knew how to dress it up

I was never satisfied

It never let me go

Just dragged me by my hair

And back on with the show