The King

The mystery begins with one A child who never saw the light Born in bars, from his mother's crimes He never had a chance, He never had a fight How could a child do such a thing? Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king He sits on top of his iron throne And all he wants is to be left alone Out of his mother's womb he never had a dad Well now that's probably why he's gone and done the things he has Nothing to look up to or respect Can drive a man towards murder like nothing else can How could a child do such a thing? Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king He sits on top of his iron throne And all he wants is to be left alone How could a child do such a thing? Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king He sits on top of his iron throne And all he wants is to be left alone (And all he wants is to be left alone) And all he wants is to be left alone And all he wants is somebody to hold And all he wants is something he was told Something warm before everything goes cold And all he wants is to be left alone Hard to imagine that he never had a home If only he had never been told That he'd be better off left alone