Nature abhors a vacuum

I have read

Tell me how'd you explain

Your empty head

You hurt the one you love

Because you can

As if violence were virtue

In a man





The king of your castle

Might behind you

Power blind you

A fist full of feeling

Blame it all on lack of mother love





The mad, glad days of romance

Were the best

When you kept your cards pressed tight

against your chest

But soon, soon, all too soon

She'd understand

And she'd see and feel

The back of your right hand





The king of your castle

Might behind you

Power blind you 

A fist full of feeling

Blame it all on lack of mother love





King Rat, God on a barstool

Hold your court

So self-centered, so deluded

So self-taught

Home bound sound as a pound

You bought your round

and round one begins tonight

Behind closed doors





The king of your castle

Might behind you

Power blind you

A fist full of feeling

Blame it all on lack of mother love





The king of your castle

Might behind you

Power blind you

A fist full of feeling

Blame it all on lack of mother love