Come on kitten, why don’t you swim with your clothes on, and your needs drawn?
Your life is drowning quietly out there.
I’d done it once before with the gin medicating, hesitating.
All the vessels in the harbor were on fire that night.
And we waded out, and we waded out, then we waited,
felt the tides pull out my strings and other things.
With my hands tied up to the devil, I gripped the nameless.
The thrust of my ambivalence was painless.
Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it to easy to be alone?

All the stars and all the spit and the bullshit
with the weeds in my hair
couldn’t keep the cells at bay, where they lay sleeping
in the sand down there.
And I couldn’t keep it together and I cried in the nook of this neck. What a wreck.
He said, "Oh my God!" He said, "Oh my God!" He said, "Oh my!"
and he pulled out. And I pulled out. And I pulled out.
Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it to easy to be alone?

Purple mountains majesty—I know it’s going to be a long road. I know it’s going to be a long road. I know it’s going to be a long road tonight.

So I don’t know where to begin or explain it.
I washed up on the shore just like a shell.
He looked to me and I to him to contain it,
Just wash it all away and we’ll be well.
Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it so easy to be a king? Ain’t it to easy to be alone?