You can jump into a bucket of mice and
Climb back like a dizzy cockroach
But once you reach the edge
You gather up the shit and blow it away
Tower above all of them
Bringing broad statements of youth and
You say
They hail!
Black swan with a bright blinding halo
You're the king of the masses
And I'm the king of the fools
A good natured son replaced by a pervert
Where you get to leave your guises behind
I emerge clear-eyed from your tribulations
And bring back things your nightmares could dance to, oh yeah!
You're the king of the masses
And I'm the king of the fools