He sits in his throne
And drinks his wine
He looks in the mirror
And repeats this line
“Damn I’m fine”
But he’s way in over his head
As those words are only said
His appearance can only get him so far
He sits in his throne
Smoking his cigar
And playing his guitar
Thinking he’s raw
Not aware of breaking every rule, every law
But this perfect guy, sitting in his throne has many flaws
Written all over his face
Never on time, always late
Reality check for him
He needs to check himself within
Get off your throne
Check your tone
Just don’t sit at home
Have meaning in your name
But all I know you as is
Boy who sits in his throne
Who will always end up alone…