He Ain’t My King

[Verse 1]
King Charles ain’t no King Arthur
Paper crown
Velvet stage
Silver spoons and silver armor
All that shine
Still rusts with age
You ain’t my king
You’re just a picture
Hung too high in hollow halls
I’m down here with the busted fixtures
Peeling paint and crumbling walls
[Chorus]
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my father
Can’t pull the sword from the stone for me
No Merlin words
No holy water
Just old hymns selling old glory
White knight
But he won’t save the day
Marching banners
But I won’t obey
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my king
Not today
[Verse 2]
Christian soldiers
Polished stories
Bless the rich
Forget the poor
Sunday crowns and weekday worries
Kneel for them
Then scrub the floor
They toast his name in stained glass shadows
I choke on incense
Taste the lies
If there’s a throne beyond these gallows
It ain’t reserved for suits and ties
[Chorus]
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my father
Can’t pull the sword from the stone for me
No Merlin words
No holy water
Just old hymns selling old glory
White knight
But he won’t save the day
Marching banners
But I won’t obey
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my king
Not today
[Bridge]
No crown
No creed can claim my heart (hey!)
Born free
I’ll tear these flags apart
If faith means bowing down to you
I’ll keep my questions
Keep my truth
[Chorus]
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my father
Can’t pull the sword from the stone for me
No Merlin words
No holy water
Just old hymns selling old glory
White knight
But he won’t save the day
Marching banners
But I won’t obey
He ain’t my king
He ain’t my king
Not today

rock, Gritty UK punk-rock edge, distorted guitars in drop D, mid-tempo stomp that explodes in the hook; male vocals with a sneer, gang shouts on the chorus, snare-heavy drums that punch through. Verses stay tight and tense, bass driving in eighth notes; chorus widens with power chords and octave leads. Brief shouted bridge over tom-heavy build, then a final, raw chorus that pushes the vocal to a ragged peak.