Palace Boy
in the castle, it smells like acid
it makes my nose bleed, and burns my skin
it's okay, though, we live with it
you love your future, you love your minions
you call them cool like they're not very putrid
it's okay though, i live with it
palace boy, don't you want to leave this city?
are you married to the oddities
of the gold trash people, prince of the community
you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye
to us grody ass clowns
to your high class status in this lower class town
aggressiveness, confidence
you're aware of what they wear, what their hair is
you've got no mind, but you've got your sociability
you're no better, just made of leather
from their skin, while you get all your things done
you think you're king but you know nothing 'bout your kingdom
palace boy, don't you want to leave this city?
are you married to the oddities
of the gold trash people, prince of the community
you hate this place but you hate saying goodbye
to us grody ass clowns
to your high class status in this lower class town
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