I am a runner
And I'm running from the men
The men who put the worms in and opened up the can
We were hungry
And we didn't do a lot
Kind of hard to grasp the fact
That you're all that I've got

You wanted daughters
But I never took the bait
Although it's nice ice to have a family
And never be too late
There was patience and some love for a start
All the things I've learned are stored deep inside my heart
They call me King, King of the mass
They call me King, King of the mass
King, King of the mass
They call me King, King of the mass
I was born there
I got out at 18
I can fill museums
With all the bad that I have seen
ANd I'm not guilty
Someone else is to blame
They tried to weed my story out
My words remain the same
I asked what am I 
They said I kinda think you are
Moving around obstacles avoiding every war
And I want more
I'm cutting out the middle man
Because I want to make some money
And the devil is my friend
They call me King, King of the mass
They call me King, King of the mass
King, King of the mass
They call me King, King of the mass
Sin a thing of the past
They called it sin a thing of the past
Sin a thing of the past
They called it sin a thing of the past