armor, stiff a sword and skiff black eyes beard bathed in blood and it's never enough
the thrill to **** like ink and quill both bleed and brim and slice and trim
the knight huzzah! the pages yell below the stages with wooden weapons and hungry eyes
he'll fight for queen or country or fun he'll drag you down throughout the town
his mother prays his father's gone his brother's train
the knight he has no guilt left to cry a quilt in the night will muffle his fears drowning in beers until the kingdom falls, a knight's knighthood calls!