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Lyrics
[Verse]
I sit on my throne, a gold-plated chair,
With pastries and pies, and a kingly flair.
The table groans, the goblets clink,
Each bite makes me richer—or so I think.
[Prechorus]
They bow and they scrape, they call me divine,
But the mirror whispers, "You're losing your spine."
[Chorus]
The heavier the crown, the heavier I grow,
A banquet of power, oh, what a show!
The sweeter the cake, the sharper my decree,
The crueler the king, the fatter I'll be.
[Verse 2]
The peasants cry out, but their voices fade,
Drowned by the clatter of my silver blade.
A drumstick in one hand, a scepter in the other,
I feast on their fears and call it my supper.
[Bridge]
Oh, gluttony’s a kingdom where hunger never ends,
Each morsel a betrayal, each bite a lost friend.
I’m drunk on the wine of unchecked rule,
A lazy old lion, a greedy old fool.
[Chorus]
The heavier the crown, the heavier I grow,
A banquet of power, oh, what a show!
The sweeter the cake, the sharper my decree,
The crueler the king, the fatter I'll be.
Details
GeneratedAug 20, 2025
Duration2:55
LanguageEnglish
Style
lively, big band with playful brass and walking bassline, jazz, swing
Credits
Prompt by
Lycanthrope4
Lycanthrope4ModelAria v4
Prompt
A song about the king getting fatter and more cruel due to his gluttony, how he gets lazier as his tyranny grows, king pov, jazz, swing
