Where's the rest?
This isn't what we bargained for...
It's flown the nest, but I see no child on the stork
I've ran from debts, forsaken sweat
With prosperity gospel I'll be content
Silence is my greatest muse, yet my only product
I have done the least, I have agreed to forget this reality
Why, none but I
And God forbid I fail publically
I never really been a fan of hanging
It is for them, this whole catastrophe
I never really been one worth baiting
Bow down to the new crown
We are the kings of crows
When we're all deaf we're all kings
When we're all deaf everyone sings
Out of key, out of key, everyone sings out of key
Paid my debts, drowned in sweat
Prosperity gospel is an empty threat