My Kingdom

I chop and I change and the mystery thickens

There's blood on my hands and you want me to listen

To brawn and to brain when the truth's in the middle

Born of the grain like all good riddles

B-b-burn the skin off and climb the rooftop

Thy will be done

B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of

Your king-kingdom, kingdom, kingdom

You kill when you talk and the enemy weakens

Your words start to walk when you're not even speaking

If my heart is a war, its soldiers are bleeding

If my heart is a war, its soldiers are dead

B-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the rooftop

Thy will be done

B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of

Your king-kingdom, kingdom, kingdom

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

I've lost and I've gained and while I was thinking

You cut off my hands when I wanted to twist

If you know how to dance to Boney Moronie

He's doing the ballet on both of his wrists

B-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the rooftop

Thy will be done

B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of

Your k-k-k-k-k-kingdom, k-k-k-k-k-

B-b-b-burn the skin off and climb the rooftop

Thy will be done

B-b-bite the nose off and make it the most of

Your king-kingdom, kingdom, kingdom

You're a bitter, malign person

And your de-de-de-death is well overdue

King of pain

King of pain

You suck the blood that kills you

King of pain

You kiss the hand that hates you

King of pain

You're a bitter, malign person

King of pain

And your de-de-death is well overdue

King of pain

King of pain

King of pain

You are sucking the blood that kills you

King of pain