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 river is particularly sinister 
Close your eyes and take my hand 

I wanna 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 till its 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]