They
Trample the weak
Run from the strong
Smile as they laugh at my song
Sociopathic thieves no sentiment or conscience
It isn't personal it's business with a vengeance
Describing my life as inferior a tax loss
And they are stealing everything you try to give me
But
You are the King
They
Have no respect
Condescending
ba*tards that don't know a thing
They want me looking like a model that's a smack head
Not really caring O.D. vomit or shotgun
It's a fact that sales always increase after d**h
For parasitical self righteous business rodents
But
You are the King
Of Metal