i am a prince and i live in a ship and i aim my rifle and i shoot from the hip 
and i have a friend i pity quite a bit 
she said “grab your gun let’s have some fun, share with me your perigees 
i have responsibilities, i [bad word] #33;”

“i do not wish the death of any living thing, i might be a killer but one day i shall be queen and put an end to slaughter, but until then i’m keen on staking claim to land and sea and everyfin between.”

i played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break [bad word] 
but when have angels ever helped me yet? 
and magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter 
cause no matter what i conjure it could not help be me deflect

the angry death of every hopeful thought 
that i might be a lover or a fighter that i’m not 
in someones spider web or net i could be caught 
but i’m too bitter, better off alone, guess i forgot

so what? do you want me to say sorry? 
should i apologize, when you ignore me? 
i didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely 
or to be hatched into an ugly story

i am a prince and i had a pair of princesses in two sharp squares 
but then i guess i bored them both to death 
and now i think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces 
better yet invent a brand new method of ascension

i’m impressed, you’ve managed to survive 
but rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive 
cause when they get a-hold of us we’ll all be batter fried 
and i’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides

so here i am, respectfully and royally destroying 
any chance of getting back on your good gills 
and i don’t want to be hurtful but if yellows the new purple 
well then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think i will!

i used to wish the death of every living thing 
i might be your killer but you’d never be my queen 
so put away your laughter, pack up your hopes and dreams 
i’m done with black back-handing and red pandering, it seems

that i am just pathetic, i won’t be overlooked 
i’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook 
i’ve made a manifesto, i’ve been bested by a crook, but never more! 
i’m planning on reclaiming what he took…

so what? do you want me to say sorry? 
should i apologize, when you ignore me? 
i didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely 
or to be hatched into an ugly story 
to be hatched into an ugly story

oh my, this pantomime is getting gory

i am a prince and i live in a ship 
i am a prince and i live in a ship