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The peasants have taken the palace
The army has fled for the hills
The burghers go forth, driven by righteous malice
for freedom, for gold, for the kill

The nobles, now, must face their fears:
for the common man finally prevails
And the king who, for years, stole their blood, sweat and tears
Has been cast to the depths of his jail

And he's certain, so certain they'll come crawling back
He just needs to wait long enough and they'll crack;
In truth, they've long seen him for all that he is:
A miserable, self-centered, cold-hearted maniac

It's a prison of perfect construction
a hundred feet under the ground;
though he's witnessed dynastic destruction,
he sings, and no one hears the sound

He sings of the crown's restoration,
how the realm that he ruined will thrive;
of inevitable adoration —
Not a soul wants to see him alive!

Yet he's certain, so certain they'll come crawling back
He just needs to wait long enough and they'll crack;
In truth, they've long seen him for all that he is:
A miserable, self-centered, cold-hearted maniac

The water stopped coming
the bread is all gone
but he keeps on singing
the same old song

The water stopped coming
the bread is all gone
but he keeps on singing
the same old song

And he's certain, so certain they'll come crawling back
He just needs to wait long enough and they'll crack;
As soon as they realize
As soon as they realize
They'll come crawling back
They'll come crawling back
He knows that they'll come crawling
Knows that they'll come crawling back!

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from Pastel Hand Grenade, released November 17, 2016

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Max Knightley Chicago, Illinois

Trans lesbian who makes punk, electronica, and music for video games. Stay angry, but keep your eyes open to the beauty of the world.

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