KING
It's the king of things in which you know not
Volcano, off the top how the flows hot
Prostitute like Whirley who sold top
Who knew the disk would be a cold flop
Album sales did better in the storm drain
Sex was more sacred way before porn came
Two lovers quit the game, both feel the same pain
Sightless as Homer on this journey through life
I lied if I said the Illiad wasn't tight
Plight of the situation wasn't that dim
Still the outlook wasn't all that bright
Baby, I know one thing and it's for you, not them
That they're out of mind when they're not in sight
We've been trained to forget the future
Which is one in the same with the preceding events
I don't even know what direction we're sent
But one way or another, we'll get there, fully spent
Dead, hope we said the shit we meant