Lyrics
That s my soul up there, there s a black hat caught in a high tree top
There s a flag-pole rag and the wind won t stop, that s my soul up there
but it s my destiny to be the king of pain
There s a flag-pole rag and the wind won t stop, but it s my destiny to be the king of pain Of, that s my soul up there
There s a flag-pole rag and the wind won t stop, it s the same old thing as yesterday
There s a blue whale beached by a springtime s ebb, but it s my destiny to be the king of pain
There s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed, there s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
There s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread, that s my soul up there
i guess i m always hoping that you ll end this reign
That s my soul up there, there s a butterfly trapped in a spider s web
There s a black hat caught in a high tree top, there s a black hat caught in a high tree top
there s a black hat caught in a high tree top
It s the same old thing as yesterday, there s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread, that s my soul up there Pain, but it s my destiny to be the king of pain
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain, there s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall Pain, there s a blue whale beached by a springtime s ebb
That s my soul up there, there s a black hat caught in a high tree top Pain, but it s my destiny to be the king of pain
i have stood here before inside the pouring rain
There s a black hat caught in a high tree top, with the world turning circles running round my brain
with the world turning circles running round my brain
I have stood here before inside the pouring rain, i have stood here before inside the pouring rain
with the world turning circles running round my brain
that s my soul up there
that s my soul up there
There s a black hat caught in a high tree top, i have stood here before inside the pouring rain
that s my soul up there
But it s my destiny to be the king of pain, with the world turning circles running round my brain
But it s my destiny to be the king of pain, i have stood here before inside the pouring rain
There s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed, that s my soul up there