Kings of the Fall, Part Two

Walk the king’s road the king’s way: head held high in the dead of night

Bounced out of the club, bloodied and looking for the next fight,

Mouth running a mile a minute, blisters on your feet,

And seven miles to go before you’ll ever know her sheets


Walk with a swagger that might just be drunk staggering

Even at three wondering what the night will bring

Got that grin on your face, ready for whatever comes next

Knowing damn well that women and money are no safe bet


Got to beat something so you’ll beat the morning sun

Traded the car and the comfort for a little more fun

Out of cash but buying the lie that you can have it all

Doesn’t matter; it’s the road that crowns the kings of the fall


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