“Try to break my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces before you swept on it
Goddamn the shit leave a mess, don’t it?
Feeling like death, don’t it?
Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
For the trillionth time, like Tourettes on it
Wasn’t I a good king?”—