| One thing that I know:
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| That everywhere I fucking go People writhe with piles of corpses,
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| Rotting on there down below.
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| And they all beg forgiveness.
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| And so you know I will give them this.
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| Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
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| Living in the future now,
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| Y’know I’m moving much too fast.
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| I feel like I’m dying
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| even though I’m living in the past.
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| And this immortal coil
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| You know that it will always last.
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| And now I think I’ll have to sing
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| about the death and horror that I bring:
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| Gay apparel
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| I put it on, put it on Sucking the marrow.
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| And as you die I sing this song.
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| Oh! |
| How shocking, how dare you.
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| Dare to die before I’m through.
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| Supposed I’ll have to resurrect you
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| And bathe your bowels in boiling spew.
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| Now its time, almost time.
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| Now its time to…
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| I’m gazing at you broken bones.
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| I feel lost and so forlorn.
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| Another death, another mess,
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| Another shroud that I have worn.
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| Another box that I begin,
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| Another grave you’ll soon be in.
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| I concentrate the lovely hate.
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| But you’re looking kinda thin.
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| King Queen,
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| King Queen, its so obscene.
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| Infinite ruin!
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| Life falls down.
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| Look at me spewing.
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| You begged me to come to this town.
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| When your clubs crushed and you friends are dead,
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| Then you’ll remember just-a what I said:
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| I’m the qeeniest being that there ever has been.
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| Dare you tempt the wrath?
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| The wrath of old King Queen?
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| Now it’s time, almost time.
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| Now it’s time to die!
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| When your clubs crushed and your friends are dead,
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| Then you’ll remember just-a what I said:
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| I’m the queenliest being that there ever has been
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| Dare you tempt the wrath?
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| The wrath of old King Queen?
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| Crush you like bug — Smash steel and stone.
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| Obliterate, dominate. |
| Call this planet home.
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| King Queen.
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| King Queen. |