We argue in the kitchen
about whether to have
children about the world
ending and the scale
of my ambition and how
much is art really worth?
The very thing
you're best at
is the thing
that hurts the most
But you need
your rotten heart
your dazzling pain
like diamond rings
You need to go to war
to find material to sing
I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I need my golden
crown of sorrow
my bloody sword to swing
my empty halls to echo
with grand self-mythology
I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
But a woman
is a changeling always
shifting shape just when
you think you have it
figured out something
new begins to take
What strange claws
are these scratching
at my skin?
I never knew my killer
would be coming from
within I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I need my golden crown of
sorrow my bloody sword
to swing I need my
empty halls to echo with
grand self-mythology
'cause I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I am no mother
I am no bride
I am king
I'm no mother
I'm no bride
I am king
I'm no mother
I'm no bride
I am king
Hooooooooooo
Hooo ooooooh
Hooooooooooo
Hooo ooooooh
I was never as good
as I always thought I was
but I knew how to
dress it up
I was never satisfied
it never let me go
just dragged me
by my hair
and back on
with the show