He's a bullshit king and he dwells in his cave. He'll tell you pretty things just to make you behave. He knows the tricks of his trade. He's got all his toys on parade.
The land of plenty is the land of privilege. For your blue-eyed culture deprived American boy. You got your dicks in a twist and you're raising your fist.
It's alright, can I see you later tonight?. You're so fine, younger than the others, it's not right. 'Cause you know I'm restless to you, how you get me all confused.