Adorable – Boy-king

With a wave, a wave of dismay

I hired a poet, a guard, and a horse for the day

I, I’m building my throne

Of paper and stone

In my backyard

It’s my God-given right

This power’s an attempt to lie

My gold, my gold’s in a tower

And a paper crown upon my head

I’m lying in state

For my boy-king is dead

Long live my boy-king

Long live my boy-king

Long live my boy-king