Exiled, Loved, Tempted and Unnamed
I saw the king sitting on his golden throne
He looked so worthlessly rich and alone
His head filled with his own importance
His body filled with his jerking impotence
He turned to me with a fixed look of greed
And said, "Do you have any weed?"
I was shocked by the question above
So I replied with my best appearance of love
"Why do I look like that sort of guy?
And why are you asking such a little small fry?"
And the king sat back like he had been burnt
"This golden throne just really hurts
It rubs against my bones to make them red
I wish I could just be dead"
I was shocked by this false self pity
From a man who had a garden the size of a city
I turned to him with venom in my eyes
And a voice that made him despised
"What have you got to complain about that's so dire?
My chair is made of barbed wire
My mattress is full of razor blades
My wife huffs and snorts like she's got it made
Last week some guy made me wear a crown of thorns
Just for blowing on my wooden horn"
And I think the king was angered
Because he ordered me to be dangled
He rose from his chair of gold
He could barely stand he was so rich and old
But he had guards come and arrest my ass
They took me to the walls and threw me through the glass
I landed with a squelch in the mud
And I couldn't see because of the blood
I wiped it away and walked forward
I walked, no matter that I felt tortured
I collapsed at the door and was seen by a young woman
Who smiled even though I couldn't
She gave me some soup, which I ate with grace
Well I would have done if I had found my face
I was too busy staring at her
My eyes were feeling a simple burn
She just stared and said, "I think you're weird,
And I don't like men without a beard
I paused at my soup "I don't want to look dim
But I have a beard, it's under my chin"
She just laughed at me with scorn
"Boy, have you yet to be born?"
Thrown by this statement crazed
I stared at her through the haze
"I know from your face that you have eyes
I know from your legs that you have thighs
But I am unsure about your chest
I wonder about the size of your breasts"
And she leered at me and with a voice so cruel
Like she wanted me in a duel
"You can see my skin if it pleases us
And by that I mean me and Jesus"
And there I was up and away
I could have been born again but that day
I didn't feel like serving another man
I'd already run from the king on his silver can
So I think for now I'll keep on runnin'
Because there's an executioner who keeps on drummin'
A king who wants to see me beg
A girl who wants to cripple me in a Christian bed
But they can't ever reach me now
Because I'm out of reach as long as I'm allowed