What's Good for the King

There's no more bread and the water's grown salty
There's rust in the pipes and the plants have turned brown
The phone's off the hook and the leaves they float in the pool
Kat's playing tag with the girls in the kitchen
Mom's still in bed and dad's MIA
What's good for the king isn't always as good... for you
The boys brought us Bud and and a book full of matches
They live down the street and sell mom's favorite pills
A spark is in bloom in pink and burnt Chartreuse
With this crown, a hand-me-down,
Son, this shame should fit you well
Blue-green eyes, a thin disguise,
If you know what is good for you
Smoke makes its way to the cross in the hallway
The paint starts to peel, where an old clock once faced
The handle is white from the heat of the night
Branded in stone, narrowed in bone,
Your father once had the same Lidocaine eyes
Where is he now?
He's still gone for the weekend
Mom's still in bed and the kitchen's on fire...
This isn't my life,
Life's a blind recital where
the throne can borrow what you have
from both halves
No, this isn't my life,
Life's a blind recital where
the throne can borrow what you have
from both halves
The sky lights the scene that our home lay in ashes
Father's been back for an hour or two
What's good for the king isn't always as good...