Who`s The King?
You`re like the King of Rock & Roll
Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol
Like the King
you`re only headed for the ground
Your own Graceland, Your body never found
I smell a rat up the back
But no a former champion
The hardest man alive`s in an Indiana prison
What does Donnie do about that?
He lets his main man rot
As his pockets grow fat
Don`t snooze,ya gotta make your moves
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
But still Rodney King got treated like dirt
And why can`t we all get along
Why get along with the cops
They beat ya like a dog
Jumpin high with pride
in the red, white & blue
Was it the thrills, the spills
Of the Rocket cycle dude
The King dare devil
Took it to another level,
Evil Knievel, a well paid rebel