

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
3:14
No
3/27/2026