King Of The Rotten — Corrosion Of Conformity

If I was the king of all the rotten, stealin' filth from those forgotten Would you be my queen of this desperate land, do you give a damn

What if I had to scold you, listen once but never tried and true What if I had to trade you for another man, do you think I can

I won't call on the angels, no Beatin' on the line as I turn to Amputate......I'm bleeding on you

What if you were torn in two, what if I wanted to be like you What if I was high like an aeroplane Would you look at me the same

I won't call on the angels, no Beatin' on the line as I turn to Amputate......I'm bleeding on you

If we walked side by side, would you stab my back and kill my pride Or would you fall ahead, or would you move behind Tell me what's unkind

Now if I was the king of all the rotten, stealin' filth from those forgotten Would you be my queen of this desperate land Do you think I give a damn

I won't call on the angels, no Beatin' on the line as I turn to Amputate......I'm bleeding on you