They say in chess you've got to kill the queen and then you made it Oh I, do you A funny thing, the king who gets himself assassinated Hey now, every
come before those battles lost and won This life is shining more forever in the sun Now let us check our heads and let us check the surf Staying high and
Pistol and its pawn Sell it to the lexicon A pistol and its pawn Blood and border lines be drawn Take another bottle down the brothel and the shrew
some of my good time You're so polite indeed Well I've got everything I need I'll make my days a breeze Then take away my self-destruction It's bitter baby and