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Text písně The King Of Metal

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
Bastards 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 death
For parasitical self righteous business rodents


But
You are the King
Of Metal