Lyrics King of the Back-Burners - Young Widows

King of the Back-Burners

Always fighting for a lazier life
Surround myself with these bone walls
Surround myself as necessity evolves
From the mouth of the horse’s mother
I crown myself with the coldest jewels
I crown myself as a king of fools
From birthplace of the dead
I am the king of the back-burner
I am the
Something important will slide through the cracks
Something of important will weigh on my back
I am the king of the back burner
I am the
Something important will slide through the cracks
Something important will weigh on my back
The back-burner
The back-burner
The back-burner
The back-burner
The back-burner
The back-burner
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