There's a little black spot on the sun todayIt's the same old thing as yesterdayThere's a black hat caught in a high tree topThere's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith the world turning [bad word] 'round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reignBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wallThat's my soul up thereThere's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfallThat's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith the world turning [bad word] 'round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reignBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn outThere's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubtThere's a rich man sleeping on a golden bedThere's a skeleton choking on a [bad word] of bread
There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's packThere's a black-winged gull with a broken backThere's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
I have stood here before inside the pouring rainWith the world turning [bad word] 'round my brainI guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reignBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain
Queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain