Since I'm putting down

All of the true things around but I like it

I handed down the crown

Given the jewels and the answers of may

The thought of being ousted

Comes and goes, comes and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows



Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it



Run me out of town

Somewhere a move might intended a gown at

Pissed at all the bowels

Always the blues and a delicate smile

Missed all of the sideways

Gull and noun, gull and noun

Chills and petty band-aids

Wrapped around



Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it



Good grief

Good grief



Since I'm putting down

All of the true things around but I like it

I handed down the crown

Given the jewels and the answers of may

The thought of being ousted

Comes and goes, comes and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows



Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it

Hate it