Lyrics Nothing King - Sons Of Texas

Nothing King

He sits on his throne of pleather and foam
He rules with a fist of plastic hollowed out bones
He’s made up of shit, not courage and grit
He’s craving respect now thinks he’s worthy of it
When they relinquish the Crown, you stood out cause no one else was around
Now your big shit, small dick, pretentious prick
What a suitable fit!
Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
Bow down, I bow down to nothing, nothing king!
Sits high on his horse, he won’t be ignored
He walks like the Hoss and shouts at inferiors
But when he’s at home, neglected alone
His majesty pouts and now he reaps what he sows
When they relinquish the crown, he stood out cause no one else was around
Now your tough shit, limp dick, pompous bigot
The qualities of a prick
Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
Bow down, I bow down to Nothing
Your one rung up now your twice his size, you rule the world only in your eyes
I bow down to nothing, nothing king!