Borned King

Picked up on the first ring
Heard your bracelets jingle jing
The sound of your voice hang when you knew that it was me
The silver armor glinted in the noonday sun
The squire closed his eyes and dreamed of Michigan
The soldiers’ mouths watered as they gazed upon the gates of the Born King
She bawled in the corners of legit estates
Her nipples set out like dinner plates
She pulled in close then hesitates
Inside of the walls of the born king lord she drawls
Abandoned swings men’s room stalls inside the walls
The villagers they screamed
In the grocery stores and streams
The gracious mothers grieved closed the doors and wept for the spring
Sometimes when I look at old pictures of you I could just crawl right through the frame
All the boys and girls in the cab on cocaine
The procession laid out like reverent thighs
The magistrate with the batted eyes
The field stained red like cherry pies
Inside of the walls of the born king lord she drawls
Abandoned swings men’s room stalls inside the walls

Walking home alone don’t pick up the phone