I got more guns than Ghandi
I got more dreams than Freud
I Got an arrogant nature
Making Bhudda annoyed
We tell each other secrets
But we tell ourselves lies
Then wonder why it comes
as a surprise
And i'ts one last time i'm King
And It's one more time your Queen
Of the self Destructive heart
That lies in all our souls.
Berore words were spoken
Before songs were sang
We were just lines
Written in sand
Then came the first word
And then the first lie
I tell you
It makes me want to cry
And i'ts one last time i'm King
And It's one more time your Queen
Of the self Destructive heart
That lies in all our souls.
Won't tell you of cupid
And how he can't shoot
Won't use darkness and light
And ghosts and use moods
Won't use your name
Like a flower in a page
Though that old cliche
Has worn well with age
And i'ts one last time i'm King
And It's one more time your Queen
Of the self Destructive heart
That lies in all our souls.
(c) Andy Dinnell 2009
