Ashlea Senft Poet Lyric

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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