Old Ceremony Boy Prince
I have houses in the city
Where I’ve never even been
I can hardly take a walk
Without security crashing in
I was chosen by my father
To one day become a king
Now I’m buried with a gold ankle chain
Boy prince, boy prince
I’ve been reading all about the
Wicked world beyond these walls
I’ve been dreaming over hills and waterfalls
I hear them call me home again
Boy prince, boy prince
Boy prince, boy prince
