He is made of shit Wants not a glimpse of the sun Wandering my pretty Hides in his lover's cunt So he says (to me) You've got to let go of (your beliefs) For I have seen men (fall) worth more than you'd ever be So don't you see what I (mean) Your mind could never (conceive) The knowledge that I (possess) To share at my will Oh my precious thing You stand out but none can see Bitter hollow soul Pity the kingdom less king