The King

Who am I to scoff at time? They say I'm the product of some perfectly drawn lines The jackals creep so close to the things that are rightfully mine You think the king will just go down without a fight? Since Ann Arbor, it's sat perched on my collarbone They say the fall is coming but I've called the ledge my home I watched Montana succumb to the weight of thew setting sun Couldn't be me, the best is still yet to come Which of these is your favorite? The next one Which of these makes it all worth your while? The next one This job it just ain't close to done Ship me to Houston I'll win 'em one I bet I owe 'em one Your opinion of me has grown so old, much too tired The rhetoric that you've helped us all believe is exhausted And bled dry Your opinion of me has grown so old, much too tired The rhetoric that you've helped us all believe is exhausted And bled dry