| Clean up the dungeon, the king is home
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| You know he’s gonna wanna hear another sing-along
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| Bring the crown downstairs and the blingy robe
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| Hood sort of jewels, man, he can’t leave them things alone
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| He said the crown looks mush, is he wrong?
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| Doesn’t matter, grapes on the platter
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| I was with the princess last night
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| After the Mad Hatter got mad at her
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| Man, I don’t want the throne, the woman’s a disaster
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| I’m just tryna bag her a couple more times
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| Then I’ll give her back, he can have her
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| Here, help me with the ladder
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside
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| I’ma have to ride this horse 'til springtime
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| Shoulda never drank all the king’s wine
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| 'Cause when I woke up, I was still wearing my wig
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| I walked down the hall
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| Saw the king’s head, it was next to the pig’s, crown and all
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| And guess what? |
| The blood’s on my saber
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| Ha, see you later
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| If I don’t disappear, they gonna put me in charge of this shit
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| And I just wanna play my guitar for this bitch
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| Oh yeah, I took the princess, too
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| She’s a Stage 5 clinger
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| Probably thinks I’ma give her a ring-a on her finger
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| But fuck that shit
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| All these princess bitches just wanna fuck a singer, a singer
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| And the singer just wants to sing, fuck, I’m gettin' tired
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| My saddle’s too small and my legs are on fire
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| I haven’t eaten in days, I wanna go home
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| This bitch drank all my wine and there’s no smoke
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| And I know, and I know that your family’s all dead
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| But what the fuck were they feeding you?
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| Hog heads? |
| Fat bitch
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| Matter fact, get off the horse
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| Yeah, I’ll be right back
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| I’m on my own now with the stupid horse
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| The life of a troubadour
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside
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| Uh-huh, yeah, killed the king with that drunk singer’s sword
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| Where’s the princess? |
| Oliver, bring her forward
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| The king had no sons, so now the throne’s mine
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| Once I bag the princess, I’m in the bloodline
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| Talk to me Oliver
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| We searched up and down
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| The princess of yours is nowhere to be found
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| Jack saw her leave at the crack of dawn, and guess what?
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| What? |
| She was on the troubadour’s arm
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| Now Oliver, you gotta be kidding me
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| Two nights ago, I fucked her 'til my dick broke
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| One night, one fight and she’s gone, this a sick joke?
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| And for a muhfuckin' singer? |
| Oh no, oh no
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| I’m the Mad Hatter, if she ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Then nobody else can have her
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| I’ma find him if it even means searchin' all of Liverpool
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| Tie a horse to each limb, and let 'em pull
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| Ha, giddy up
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| There he is, I see him
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| We meet again, where’s the woman?
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| I left her 20 miles back in the mountains
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| I’d be very surprised if she’s still alive
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| Going up Peter’s Pass this time of year would be ill advised, ill advised
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| Honestly, I didn’t love her, I only loved being alone
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| But I need her for the throne
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| Fuck the throne, man, it’s too much work
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| People hanging on every single goddamn word
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| Enough, tie him up, I got a idea right now (Huh?)
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| Give me a dagger, put a apple in his mouth
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| I ain’t gonna leave you here to starve out
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| I’ma slice your fingers off, play guitar now
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| Take his little tambourine, too, what’s he gonna use it for?
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| The death of a troubadour
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside
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| I’ve been feeling under pressure, baby
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| Got me feeling these feels inside |