Grew up pushing carts in aisle nine

Suddenly I'm falling through the sky

Dust in my teeth

Steel hand on my wrist

Boomstick barking like a cursed eclipse

Dead trees watching while the ground breathes black

One wrong word

Whole world snaps back

Rust on the chains

Wind in the stocks

They crown me stranger in a field of rocks

I got the book of the dead in my hands

Say one line wrong

Lose the whole damn land

Laughing in the graveyard

Blood on the sand

Yeah

I’m the king of nothing

In a broken promised land

(king of nothing)

Wicked smile carved in a mirror face

My own shadow clawing for my place

Skeleton drums roll under cracked moon glass

Rusty armor rattling in the grass

Ride that junkyard rig through ash and bone

Torch in my teeth

Calling this war my own

One chainsaw kiss

Then the night pulls back

Crowd starts chanting for the retail rat

I got the book of the dead in my hands

Say one line wrong

Lose the whole damn land

Laughing in the graveyard

Blood on the sand

Yeah

I’m the king of nothing

In a broken promised land

(yeah, hail to the)

Say the words right

Or watch the sky split wide

Say the words right

Or shake hands with your own dark side

Crowd sings my name

Like I planned it all

Just a guy with a name tag

Keeping hell on hold

I got the book of the dead in my hands

Say one line wrong

Lose the whole damn land

Laughing in the graveyard

Blood on the sand

Yeah

I’m the king of nothing

But they still call me their man

(oh, hail to the king)