Palace of Losers

No matter if they were to spit in your eyes

 I would stand close beside you

 And all of the times that they laugh about us

 I would be standing there too

 In our little house where our little thrones sit

 Our little palace is proof

 Sheltered from all the sins of the world

 Sheltered from feeling so blue

 Look out, the worlds up in arms

 I guess they just can’t see your charms

 I smell the half-baked coffee beans

 You keep putting, back in the can

 As soft morning air, comes into our room

 I know it’s all part of your plan

 Look out, the world’s up in arms

 I guess they just can’t see your charms

 I tell you some things for to lend you a hand

 And lift you up to the light

 I’m broken and happy and I don’t care if this

 Goes on, and on every night