There were four brothers
I'm the fifth
They grew up
But I grew inwards
Mother was a casual witch
Father was a lot to take
A ship of children lost at sea
Except for me, I must be special
And I feel
And I feel like
The King of England
They’ll tell you that I’m evil
Just because I dress in black
They’ll tell you I’m a weirdo
That there’s something that I lack, well
When your birthright is a birthwrong
And your uncle is your dad
Gee, Officer Krupke
It's no wonder I'm so bad
And I feel
And I feel
And I feel like
The King of England
Hey, Mordred
You don't have to be so angry
Hey, Mordred
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Hey, Mordred
You don't have to play the part
that was written for you
in this tragedy
From Orkney to Caerleon
I flew the coop because
The king is a cuckoo
And I’m an eagle
Hated in the Hebrides, Loathed in Lothian
Nobody loves you when you’re a bastard
I glance a lot at Lancelot
I leer at Guinevere
‘Cause everybody loves to see
The mighty fallen
And I feel
And I feel
And I feel like
The King of England
San Francisco singer-songwriter and trumpeter Max Daniel gilds straight-shooting pop hooks with orchestral splendor and wry lyricism. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 26, 2020