BABY THE TIME IS RIGHT TO TELL IT ALL LIKE IT IS
AND NOW THAT I FEEL GOD LIKE THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN'T BE KISSED
THE NAME OF A LONELY SOUL IS SCRATCHED INTO MY BRAIN
HE THOUGHT HE WAS KING CREOLE
UNTIL HE FOUND OUT, UNTIL HE FOUND OUT

HE SITS UPON A THRONE
HE LIVES A SLEAZY LIE
BUT HE'S ALL ALONE AGAIN, AGAIN

I CAN SEE A LIAR, SITTING BY THE FIRE
TROUBLE IN HIS HEART, LAUGHING AT THE THOUGHT
COMING AS HE GOES INTO OVERDOSE
I WONDER WHAT HE THINKS OF ME?