Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise Tired of all the camera flashes, sick of being poisoned Now my neck is wide open, begging for a fist around it I've already choked on my pride so there's no use crying about it I headed straight for the castle They want to make me their king And there's an old man sitting on the throne Which is saying that I probably shouldn't be so nasty
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