Sad Truths

19 hours of sulking around,

makes nobody-nobody proud

just because you want to be king,

but you know you're not allowed

but you're just a doll on a string,

but you can't do anything without your queen and king

no-not a single thing

yes, you see the king's high throne

but the king knows you're nothing but a little noisy drone

but you think, that's not fair,

you just want to sit on that high chair

but you know that they don't care

but you still hear the queen on the stairs

and you know you're trapped in your own evil lair

and you know you're just a little poor boy,

and you know there isn't joy