It's good to be king
Of anything
Take some heads, watch them roll
Talk of the town
The mumbled sounds
Behind their eyes there's a hole
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
The heart's a lonely place
You'd give your name
For that fiery mane
The darkness knows no bounds
If I were king
I'd cut those strings
Free the boar and hunt the hounds
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
My heart's a lonely place
Jason Kent - Beau Raté Lyrics
Jason Kent - Beau Raté Lyrics
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It's good to be king
Of anything
Take some heads, watch them roll
Talk of the town
The mumbled sounds
Behind their eyes there's a hole
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
The heart's a lonely place
You'd give your name
For that fiery mane
The darkness knows no bounds
If I were king
I'd cut those strings
Free the boar and hunt the hounds
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
My heart's a lonely place
Of anything
Take some heads, watch them roll
Talk of the town
The mumbled sounds
Behind their eyes there's a hole
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
The heart's a lonely place
You'd give your name
For that fiery mane
The darkness knows no bounds
If I were king
I'd cut those strings
Free the boar and hunt the hounds
I'm a crooked house
No north, no south
My heart's a lonely place
Writer: Jason Kent
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Copyright: Lyrics © THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.