Cut and Run

Staring at the girls as they pass Fingers leaving marks on the glass All he sees are figurines A fixture from his teenage dreams A well that he can draw from til it's bare And he won't see The scars he'll leave He's gotten what he wanted now And he's gonna cut and run Everybody wants to be king When they see the jewels it can bring And so he keeps the ones who sing his praises for the court A crowd of people to adore him Hanging any jester who will call him out And he won't see The scars he'll leave He's gotten what he wanted now And he's gonna cut and run Now they're in the square Calling for his head Caught in his own snare Waiting for his end