Legal Blood Money

Yell it from the rooftop
 Sell it from the throne
 Tell it to your kinfolk or let 'em all alone
 You can only be king
 If you can sing a song
 For the sake of the paper trail
 The blood money's printed on
 The royal family is hiding in the dungeon and they're trapped
 Cuz they got nobody on the outside to pay the ransom
 Cops and the judges skipped down to go dancing
 And the rest of their court has got more gumption than grey matter
 Oxen are dead, peasants apathetic
 In what's gotta be billed as a strange change of direction
 Skip the election, let's hang a successor now
 And let his chain sag lower than the motives of the crowd
 Redraw the borders in order to keep the order
 Like nobody heard the king whisper his will into his daughter's ear
 Years pass by before she gets an apology
 That's stiffer than a board but lighter than ideology
 Yell it from the rooftop
 Sell it from the presidential residence
 And let the effigest go up in smoke with the idol
 Let 'em all burn in the fire
 Do a dance in the aftermath of ash from the fire
 Like you heard it from the soothsayer
 Spit it from the spire
 Tell it to your first born
 Or let 'em all retire
 You can only be king
 If you can sing a song for the sake of the paper trail
 The blood money's printed on
 The crown is crooked on the head of the inhabited
 Of one's man kingdom is another man's extravagant puzzle
 It's something kinda wonderful, isn't it?
 That the struggle is sinning and all the sinning is lovable
 Once you split it
 Open ' here's to hoping the answer isn't fuck it all
 Walk across a crossfire of bullet trying to duck 'em all
 Tuck all your aspirations in your shoes before you lace 'em
 When your souls start decaying' they're your last saving grace
 And it's safe ' atop this mixture of invincible and silly
 And spilling into confidence inherently more scary
 So marry the pomp and circumstantial evidence
 That let you set the precedent for winning a battle
 That hasn't happened yet
 Yell it from the rooftop
 Sell it from the throne
 Tell it to your kinfolk or let 'em all alone
 You can only be king
 If you can sing a song
 For the sake of the paper trail
 The blood money's printed on