Since I'm putting down all
Of the true things around, but I like it
I handed down the crown
Given the jewels and the answers of may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it the wind blows
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it

Run me out of town
Somewhere a move might intended a gown at
Pissed at all the bowels
Always the blues and a delicate smile
Missed all of the sideways
Gull and noun
Chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around
Good grief

Since I'm putting down all
Of the true things around, but I like it
I handed down the crown
Given the jewels and the answers of may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it the wind blows
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it