Lyrics Poem for the Prinz - Easter

Poem for the Prinz

I was fighting for my Country
I shot a thousand men
I did it for the War Reward
He fucks me in The happy End
He lives in a Castle Faraway
He is the Son of the King
His Cock is made of the Finest Gold
Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring
Bloodstains for my Country
Rewarded with the Naked Prince
Armored with a Cock of Gold
He fucked me ever since
He does it for Our country
I do it for Our Love
We are doing it in the King Sized bed
His father is framed on the wall above
This is the Cock that I ride
Like a Bugatti Veyron
Ride it for hours every night
Semen stains on the Royal Throne
The cock and the prinz and our poem
The castle of unbroken dreams
But youll never get to know them
And youll never know how it feels
When the prinz of this country is dead
Ill be taking my life with a knife
To join his cock in heaven
To never forget what its like
He lives in a Castle Faraway
He is the Son of the King
His Cock is made of the Finest Gold
Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring