Psapp King Of You
Where's the bone, where's the sack?
Where's these things of mine?
Pack them up, put them out,
coz there's not much time.
Oh, I didn't know
that you had feelings, too.
Oh, I never thought
that I was king of you.
Where's the shame in my case,
as I've fallen down?
To the drug, to the floor,
in an eager pout.
Oh, I didn't know
how alone you'd be.
And I never knew
how much I'd have to need
Where's the bone, where's the sack?
Where's these things of mine?
Pack them up, put them out,
coz there's not much time.