King of the Idiots

Fee-fo-fi

Four o'clock in the morning

She's the type to never let you off with a warning

Oh my, vision distorting

You know I smell the blood like coffee in the morning

There I go like an addict again

I can't help myself, when I crawl let me in

Feel the burns cover all of my skin

'Cause I walked right in to the pit

Fee-fo-fi

Four o'clock in the morning

Pawning off your morals and your fears, you affirm them

Oh my, thought you was adoring

But God's the type of prick to take a hike when you bore him

There you go feeling maniac again

And I understand but my patience is thin

Like a bruise that you sport on your shin

Or the sacred doors that get kicked in

Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall

'Cause I'm the king of the idiots

Do whatever it takes to be great except fix what you break

Now you'll prepare to be alone again

King of the idiots

Fee-fo-fi

Four o'clock in the morning

The hour of the witches raining shit on your doorstep

Oh my, now worship the warden

The party only halted by violent coercion

There I go like an addict again

I can't help myself, when I crawl let me in

Feel the burns cover all of my skin

'Cause I walked right over and in to the pit

Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall

'Cause I'm the king of the idiots

Do whatever it takes to be great except fix what you break

Now you'll prepare to be alone again

King of the idiots

Getting used to my head on the wall and I can't catch my fall

'Cause I'm the king of the idiots

King of the idiots