not every man can understand a life like mine a silver spoon and fork and knife and sweet red wine that spills onto the floor a little sacrifice my subjects lap it up and think that it s so nice i m a king i m a king i m a king wooo oh not every man can know the taste of finer things respect and ease and happiness that power brings i tremble when the sun reflects the guillotine the stench of hopelessness could make a dead man sing i m a king i m a king i m a king wooo oh not every girl can rule the world beneath a crown climb on top the biggest one and take him down i now we d all be better off if he just died i m smooth enough to make it look like suicide i m smooth enough to make it look like suicide i m a queen i m a queen i m a queen wooo oh i m a queen i m a queen i m a queen wooo oh