Without a hall I rule the world, with a little word
And a meaning for motion
I’d swallow the ocean
My indiscretion takes ahold, my voice’s heard
In my own conversation
My anger is
Feel the energy-oh
Of the gravity-oh
Here comes his majesty
The man who would be king
With alcohol I rule the world, they shun my scorn
And the strength of oration
Commanding attention
My intuition takes control, I look to my soul
And by shear concentration
That mountain
But oh
Hear the timpani-oh
The symphony-oh
Lay his majesty
With alcohol I lose control of those fleeting emotions
I cling to the wall as I hide all my protest
I laugh when I fall and I cry whеn I notice
That oh
There’s not sympathy-oh
It’s a tragеdy-oh
There goes his majesty
The man who would be- oh
Where’s the sympathy, oh
It’s a fallacy, oh
It’s my destiny, oh
Where’s the sympathy, oh
There goes his majesty
The man who could be king!
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