You say you did some hard travellin’
But you know your streets were paved with gold
You had bells on all of your fingers
And you wore the Emperor’s clothes
You sold out while I got sold down the river
You wore it well, while I got worn down
You got the life-raft
While you watched me drown.
And your Biba hat wore you, honey
While I left with my second hand crown
And all those pale pretenders
Plotted revenge with their long knives
They stoop to pay their vain respects
But they rarely know how to play nice
With my second hand crown.
And you smiled for the camera
While I mugged it up for the fuzz
Your extensions were a substitute for your brain
And all my thoughts they got lost
Thinking about my
Second hand crown
My defenses they were paper-thin
You scratched out my eyes and drank my gin
Everyone rallied around you
While you plotted to do me in.
But you forgot, sweetheart
That I own this
Second hand crown
My second hand crown
And you pouted about something
I long since forgot
And held me up for inspection
By your fake idols and Gods
Trying to steal my
Second hand crown
My second hand crown.
So take me down to the water
And push me onto my own sword
I’ve got no reason to tell you the truth
When all I’ve got is your word
Bout this second hand crown
You’re so lame, honey
You threw away this
Second hand
Crown.