Letra de 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