Polite Fiction - Suzerainty

Could you
Could you say you had this bright idea
To shake it up
Oh for another day
You’d go, I'd follow
We’d wreck this fuckin' town
Get down
High roll

Who’s to say, what's to know
Golden rule, it's just for show
Make it what you want
Make it what you want
Line 'em up and throw it down
You’re the king, wear the crown
Make it what you want
Make it what you want now

Fix me
When I'm starting to wear out
Just kick me
And remind me of the times I
Was this close
To finally having someone all my own
To smother, to hold
And masturbation's just not as fun
If you can't cry when you're done

Just breathe it in
Just breathe it in
Just breathe it in
Just breathe it in
That air of sin
And kick your feet up