Alpha

When he walks into the room there's a view,

A view to killing fools' says the king of old school,

A man amongst men a mountain with no sky,

The birds come flocking man, see how they fly.'

And all this talk, you know it don't come cheap,

He can go toe-to-toe he's the King of the heap,

And when all's said and done you know they've had their fun,

You'll be glad he's on your side, he's like a loaded gun.

This fire burns inside,

We're all swimming against the tide,

And I feel like I've been so blind,

Is it man's last right to die trying to be alpha?

The top dog doesn't bark for free,

No he won't give an inch to anyone he meets,

He's a sure shot, nut job, hooligan,

A real man about town yeah you'd give him one,

A wide berth or invite you'd never tell,

He's got the keys to the asylum and he's bringing hell,

He won't stop or think he wouldn't waste his time,

He just consumes everything there's no reason or rhyme.

This fire burns inside,

We're all swimming against the tide,

And I feel like I've been so blind,

Is it man's last right to die trying to be alpha?