There is no bread
And the water's grown salty
There's rust in the pipes
And the plants have turned brown
The phone's off the hook
And the leaves
They float in the pool
Kat's playing tag
With the girls in the kitchen
Mom's still in bed
And dad is M.I.A.
What's good for the king
Isn't always as good
For you
The boys brought us back a bud
And a book full of matches
They live down the street
And sell mom's favortie pills
A spark is in bloom
In pink and chartreuse
With this crown
A hand-me-down
Son, this shame should
Fit you well
Blue-green eyes are a
thin disguise
If you know what
Is good for you
Smoke makes it way
To the cross
In the hallway
The paint starts to peel
Where an old clock
Once faced
The handle is white
From The heat of
The night
Branded in stone
Narrowed in bone
Your father once
Had the same
Lidocaine eyes
Where is he now
He's still gone
For the weekend
Mom's still in bed
And the kitchen's on fire
This isn't my life
Life's a blind recital
Where the throne can borrow
What you have from
Both halves
No, this isn't my life
Life's a blind recital
Where the throne can borrow
What you have from
Both halves
The sky lights the scene
That our home lay in ashes
Father's back for
An hour or two
What's good for the kings
Isn't always as good.