I used to hold the biggest balls

Deep inside my castle walls

Spend my nights with concubine

Wasted, unchaste, [bad word] on blood red wine

Being the king was pretty cool

I'd have to say [bad word] ruled

And I'd be in throne still

Had I not one day fallen ill

I spit and I coughed

My vision went soft too

And my chest got tight

My court, they surrounded me

They gagged and bounded me

And threw me out into the night

Out in the mud I sadly sighed

The waiting crowd layed and died

There came a noise boisterous

From down in the cloisters

And I heard them call the cry;

"Draw up the drawbridge, draw down the blinds

Everyone inside is getting high tonight

Waiting for the plague to move on

No one's getting sober 'til the liquors all gone"

The bra in the candleabra

The paintings on the paintings

They must have tapped the finest casket

And not stopped 'til they're fainting

I hold my breath, you hit my chest

I hold my breath, you hit my chest

I hold my breath, you hit my chest

I hold my breath, you hit my chest

You stumble from the arms of the one

What made you, didn't you?

Fumble to the palms of the one

What pays you, didn't you?

Stumble from the arms of the one

What made you, didn't you?

Fumble to the palms of the one

What pays you, didn't you?

Stumble from the arms of the one

What made you, didn't you?

Fumble to the palms of the one

What pays you, didn't you?