The King Of Metal — Blaze Bayley

They Trample the weak Run from the strong Smile as they laugh at my song

Sociopathic thieves no sentiment or conscience It isn't personal it's business with a vengeance Describing my life as inferior a tax loss And they are stealing everything you try to give me

But You are the King

They Have no respect Condescending Bastards that don't know a thing

They want me looking like a model that's a smack head Not really caring O.D. vomit or shotgun It's a fact that sales always increase after death For parasitical self righteous business rodents

But You are the King Of Metal