The King of Metal

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