The King is ruined again
Allegations bubbling over every edge
Of an entire empire’s frying pans
Well we’ll hang the newsman from his reel to reel
Before we’re too full for another meal
There’s more to taste, there’s more to feel
And tell me why shouldn’t I get me mine
When you can smell it in the air
Look I’ve got friends
They like to debate they like to stay up nice and late
Extolling parties fucking men
Nitpicking interest rates
Boring into one another’s Minotauran mazes
Upgrading their metal plates
As first my left eye then my right eye glazes
Just tell me why shouldn’t I get me mine
When it’s everywhere
Feast or starve don’t give a fuck or care
Work the moves that earn you enough air
We’re getting things cooking in the baleen of a whale
No one’s suffocating you’re just out of scale
You’re just getting your epiphenomenon on Come on and feast or starve be laissez-faire
Work your way inside to where the air’s not so stale
And fear not fellow Gepettos our boy toys can not fail
So while we’re waiting in the dark oh yeah we’ll be setting sail
We’ll be getting our epiphenomenon on So what you got cooking in your kitchen now player yeah
So what you got cooking in your kitchen now sugarbear
(She knows how to hold me She calls me the right words
But which pinch is she taking me with?)