Who's The King?
You're like the King of Rock & Roll
Filled with a soul and all [bad word] up on Demerol
Like the King
you're only headed for the ground
Your own Graceland, Your body never found
I smell a rat up the back
But no a former champion
The hardest man alive's in an Indiana prison
What does Donnie do about that?
He lets his main man rot
As his pockets grow fat
Don't snooze,ya gotta make your moves
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt