King Of You Testo

Where's the bone, where's the sack?

Where's these things of mine?

Pack them up, put them out,

Coz there's not much time.


Oh, I didn't know

That you had feelings, too.

Oh, I never thought

That I was king of you.



Where's the shame in my case,

As I've fallen down?

To the drug, to the floor

In an eager pout.


Oh, I didn't know

How alone you'd be.

And I never knew

How much I'd have to need.