Letra de King Of America

Bred to be a punch drunk pit bull Hit to win and you become the mass will You'll defeat the world they promised him A hero in need of love always wins Flash talk, T.V made him what he was The greed collecting while the blood is drawn He fought everyone like they had stolen from him But in the end he was a just a boy controlled by the king The king of America, the king of the world A talker, a winner A bottomloss cup of an ego Bodyguards, girls that never say no Red alert gloves swinging out of control Everybody struggling for a piece of his soul Their wonder boy their pile of gold The king of America, the king of the world A talker, a winner A bottomloss cup of an ego