With alcohol I rule the world, with a little word
And a meaningful motion
I'd swallow the ocean
My indiscretion takes ahold, my voice is heard
In my own conversation
My anger is ragin'
But oh
Feel the energy, oh
Of the gravity, oh
Here comes his majesty
The man who would be king
With alcohol I rule the world, they shun my scorn
And the strength of oration
Commanding attention
My intuition takes control, I look to my soul
And by shear concentration
Muhammad'd that mountain
But oh
Hear the timpani, oh
And then a symphony, oh
Lay his majesty
With alcohol I lose control of those fleeting emotions
I cling to the wall as I hide all my protеst
I laugh when I fall and I cry when I notice
That oh
Thеre's no sympathy, oh
It's a tragedy, oh
There goes his majesty
The man who would be- oh
Where's the sympathy, oh
It's a fallacy, oh
It's my destiny, oh
Where's the sympathy, oh
There goes his majesty
The man who could be king!
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