King of It

I’m so fucked, I’ll
Steal a truck, I’ll
Drive to texas
Get my head fixed

Days are billboards
Side of the road
And I’m driving
With my eyes closed

This is my pile of shit
But I’m still the king of it
Standing on top of it
Looking down at the valley below

Grow my hair out
Fake some new clout
Shave my head clean
A poser without a scene

In the cool grass
I sink lower
‘Nother toad hiding
From the mower

This is my pile of shit
But I’m still the king of it
Standing on top of it
The ship is sinking fast
But I am still in command
You couldn’t understand
‘Cause my life is in my hands
My father told me the way to the promised land