Lyrics:
Down in the village streets
The air is full of wonder
Fair smiles greet
The crowning of the king...
Come hither, gather round
A joyous time's
You're my Miss Jamaica
My Miss Jamaica
You're my Miss Jamaica
I'm crowning you myself
Although you may not have such a fabulous shape
To suit
And that will be your crowning glory
Your whole life through
It'll always be your crowning glory
The most glorious part of you
Some boys can waltz
You're my Miss Jamaica
My Miss Jamaica
You're my Miss Jamaica
I'm crowning you myself
Although you may not have such a fabulous shape
To suit
all?
Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind?
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us,
all?
Doesn't justice stand for all?
Doesn't justice stand for all mankind?
We find society putting us down
Crowning us, crowning us, crowning us,
is not what I expect, this is not what I expect
I can see it in your tears and now they're crowning me the Caesar
Typically, I was a validation
Baby, don't know why you do it to him
What you do lately,
I been howling (I been howling) while the crescent's crowning, the crescent's crowning
The bugs are crowning me
In a halo 'round my head
And the katydid is calling
All around the field
And I'm trying to fall away
The bees are
The obliteration of the universe
Adversarial godhead crumbling
Initiation new aeon
Crowning a new imperium
Sickened by sun, with rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was
Billionaires in their yachts can't
Dream the life that I got can't
No they can't stop the clocks can't
Stop the crowning of the poor
Billionaires in
can release you
It's on the crowning of the cock-eyed head
Suits on the path of wrinkle
It's on the way
It's on the way
It's on the way
Slaves to the appalling
Mutations override the servants' blood
Crowning the grotesque
Crowning the grotesque
Crowning the grotesque
Crowning
to fucking crown
We are crowning
We are crowning everywhere yes
We are crowing
We are crowning everywhere yes
We are crowning
We are crowning everywhere yes
We
of the hardware store
Gathered 'round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving 'round the old town square
Tops rolled down in
Crowning of a heart, textures and shades
A bitter London night on the motorway
You looked so divine, back in the seat
Wicked desires ablaze in me
ready for the road less traveled,
Suiting up for my crowning battle,
This test is my own cross to bare,
But I will get there
It's never easy to be
You treat me like a king.
treat me like a king.
Backup Singers: You treat me like a king. You treat me like a king. You be crowning me. You be crowning
of the hardware store
Gathered 'round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving 'round the old town square
Tops rolled down in
on my son and glow just like an ember
I fall into night i turn into spiral
And still in my eyes
The crowning of splendour
Words inflaming seeds of power
Bitch am ballin' (Ja)
Bitch you callin' (Callin')
Trotzdem geh ich nicht ran, bleib bei meinem crowning (Nananana)
Bitch am ballin' (Ja)
Bitch you
You can't tempt me with hollow promises
And a hundred shades of Why
Your crowning speech needs to be redacted
Your coffers need to dry
of the hardware store
Gathered 'round a checkerboard
Old men telling lies and crowning kings
Kids driving 'round the old town square
Tops rolled down in
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