Nothing King Lyrics

He sits on his throne of pleather and foam
He rules with a fist of plastic hollowed out bones
He's made up of shit, not courage and grit
He's craving respect now thinks he's worthy of it.
When they relinquish the Crown, you stood out cause no one else was around.
Now your big shit, small dick, pretentious prick
What a suitable fit!
*Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
I bow down to Nothing... Nothing King!
Sits high on his horse, he won't be ignored

He walks like the Hoss and shouts at inferiors
But when he's at home, neglected alone
His majesty pouts and now he reaps what he sows.
When they relinquish the crown, he stood out cause no one else was around.
Now your tough shit, limp dick, pompous bigot
The qualities of a prick.
*Strung out, your worth worn on your sleeve
I bow down to Nothing.
Your one rung up now your twice his size, you rule the world only in your eyes
I bow down to Nothing... Nothing King!