I am in love with the waking
It is cold but I ain't mistaking
Proud like Mary to be here again
To be here now with my very best friend
Merry go round I'm in love with the waking

And when I dissappear
Into the night and out of the fear
Hunting with sword and spear
I am king Lear
Having a love affair
With myself

 [bad word] if you follow
I spit if you swollow

You've been dealt the cards but there's nothing at stake
|What is it worth when your limbs begin to shake
King of black hearts in the parliament
skinny white boy for president
Triumph at hand but still nothing at stake