Son of Henry, I'm the first in line
To the throne, smell my mustard gas
I slash swords through your wooden spine
Well it cut my heart and it blew my head

We made love at the side of the road
Reflex, you better know this flows fast
This little river is particularly sinister
Close your eyes and take my hand

I want to scream one last death medley
I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motion

Love that [bad word]  that [bad word] 
Need that [bad word]  that [bad word] 
Secrets are the [bad word]  they are the [bad word] 
We need that [bad word]  that [bad word] 

Face to face with the ball and chain
I'll poke my head up until it's red
I tell my secrets and you took my pain
About a broken heart and I will do it again

Son of Henry, I'm the first in line
To the throne, smell my mustard gas
I slash swords through your wooden spine
Well it cut my heart and it blew my head

I want to scream one last death medley
I am looking for a reason to secure a forward motion

Love that [bad word]  that [bad word] 
Need that [bad word]  that [bad word] 
Secrets are the [bad word]  they are the [bad word] 
We need that [bad word]  that [bad word]