Letras
Laid out clean, platter and feast, I'm the king
When moonlight hits the stage
I got the feeling you're kinda strung out
Come up, go back again, get out of my face
Pick you clean, stuck-up fiend, kiss the ring
Bend the knee in this place
Lord, oh Lord, of Lords of Lord, I'm tired of my position
Why me
Oh, why me
Oh, it's the last thing that I need
Oh, why me
Yeah, what the fuck you gotta say
Ah, monarchy is the best thing, help me keep them all in place
I am dynasty, tell me man, what flag do you fly
You like that preachy king, I'm peachy keen, I don't lie
Lord, oh Lord, of Lords of Lords, I'm tired of kicking and screaming
Why me
Oh, why me
Oh, it's the last thing that I need
Oh, why me
Yeah, what the fuck you gotta say
What the fuck you gotta say
Holy, holy, Roman come to me
Holy, holy, Roman come to me
Holy, holy, heathens come to me
Holy, holy, heathens come to me
I am that Charlemagne, I am that rich boy sleeping on a poor man's cavalcade
Sodden waste of stricken slime, fallen men in tremendous times
I'm empowered, face the wall
I am Charlemagne