Son of Henry, I'm the first in line,
To the throne, smell my mustard Gas,
I slashed swords through your wooden spine,

Well it touched my heart and it broke my hand,

I made love at the side of the road,

The rains lashing better row this boat fast,
This pretty river is particularly sinister,
Close your eyes and take my hand


I wanna scream one last death medley,
I'm looking for a reason to secure a forward motion


I love that golden rule, that golden rule
I need that golden rule, that golden rule

secrets are the truth, they are the truth
I need that silver rule, that silver rule


Face to face with a ball and chain,
My bulbous heads flapping till its red
I tell my secrets and expose my pain

I've had a broken heart and I wont do it again
Son of Henry, Im the first in line,
To the throne, smell my Mustard Gas,

I slashed swords through your wooden spine,
Well it touched my heart and it broke my hand


I want to scream, one last death medley,
I'm looking for a reason to secure a forward motion,


I love that golden rule, that golden rule,
I need that golden rule, that golden rule,
secrets are the truth, they are the truth,

I need that silver rule, that silver rule