Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Of Loss, artist -Date of issue: 10.10.2000
Song language: English
King Of Loss |
| Mother, at my first breath |
| Every paragraph was set |
| As I inhaled the scent of debt |
| Mother, that first stolen air |
| On papers saying I’m not mine |
| «We crown you, the King of Loss… |
| Better get on your feet |
| Best be one of us Better get yourself on the list |
| For success |
| Dress up as a State investment |
| Charm the press |
| A breed from the seed of only |
| One short breath» |
| Mother, hence we cry: |
| Some of us are free to stand |
| Most of us are bound to lie |
| In those bloodstained beds |
| No one can afford to pay |
| The prices on their babies' heads |
| I am the King of Loss! |
| For every dear smile I feel I’m not one of us |
| «An ivory coin for every plus on your stone» |
| «One more governmental blade |
| Now drawn from its sheath |
| Quite a bargain I’d say since either way |
| You will live by the show of our teeth!» |
| Mother, I wish that we could talk |
| You see |
| I’m not fit to play this game |
| Bound by its rules just the same |
| My talents turned to talons |
| Every monetary pile |
| Will buy me a precious smile… |
| smile… |
| So smile for the King of Loss |
| Feed from the juices |
| Bleeding from this cross |
| Then tell me our lives mean more |
| Than this vain thirst! |
| «A governmental blade |
| Drawn from its private sheath |
| Quite a bargain I’d say, since either way |
| You’ll be living by the show of our…» |
| I hold up my head |
| This was my life |
| Now I’m with the dead |
| So I lay my bare neck |
| This is your call |
| Dub a king or a wreck |
| (Mother, listen to me mother) |
| This was my life |
| This is your call |
| Is this all I am? |
| Is this all I’ll be? |
| This is not enough! |
| We’re all crying for respect and attention |
| We’re all dying for a painless redemption! |
| This is not what I wanted |
| But for every drop of blood I lost myself |
| I, too, lay bleeding on the sidewalk… |
| Mother |
| Long live the dying king |
| «A governmental blade |
| Now drawn from its private sheath |
| Quite a bargain I’d say, since either way |
| I will live by the show of your teeth…» |