The King Of The Unremarkable

The king of the unremarkable An emotional glacier Will I be marketable? Or will they find a cure? I'm the grease on a grand piano I'm the last gasp of a bulb that dies But servitude's strut I can't stand, though It's better than being alive The czar of the median A purgatory of glamour Will we be lenient? Or will we drop the hammer I'm the dust on a dinner table A cork lying on the counter But living in peace is not stable It's better to know for sure