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.
Style
livelybig band with playful brass and walking basslinejazzswing
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
Credits
Prompt by
Lycanthrope4
Lycanthrope4GeneratedAug 20, 2025
ModelAria v4
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