On Top ft. Clare Keating Lyrics

I'm bored

Me too

Want to go get a servant beheaded

No, we did that last week

There's nothing to do here

I've got a date with Ramsey later

Ooo, how fun, what are you gonna wear

I don't know, I'll just steal something from the pleasure house

I love my privilege

I love your privilege, too

Don't fuck with who's on top

We're here to rule the world

You peasant scum

Get ready to be purged

My daddy said

That all the world's a bore

Until you learn

To sacrifice the poor

When you're bred in royalty, your life's a million bucks

They say, "love's the truest form of wealth," well that's a load of duck

Shit I guess I might've found the secret to a happy life

It's making sure you always have enough money to buy

Validation

From your congregation

No one questioning these moves from all across the nation

Word of anarchy will lead you to a deportation of your head

We're gonna cut off your head

Say you wanna, you wanna, you wanna go

Get into the real drama, I'll have you know

You ain't fuckin with an empathetic bitch

Who's got an itch to fix her moral compass every time she's alone

So if you wanna, you wanna, you wanna cry

Go and wave your, just wave your papa goodbye

You'll never see your family til the day that you die

When they're invited to cry at your public demise

And all I had to do

I have no clue

What did I do

To be your ruler

Oh wait, I'm pure

And pretty sure

My uncle's not my brother

Don't fuck with who's on top

We're here to rule the world

You peasant scum

Get ready to be purged, my uncle's not brother

My daddy said

That all the world's a bore

Until you learn

To sacrifice the poor

Slow down the beat and check with me

I used to be a princussy

Ate all my cakes, drink all my tea

And then the craziest things would happen to me

My daddy slew my mommy dear

And took to me for him to bear

As his beloved wife and queen

Bitch I did it I'm fuckin queen

I don't need a, need a reason why

You're entitled, titled to a life

Your pathetic-theoretical-aesthetic

Makes me wanna get a fuckin sword and shove it into my eye

I'm offended, fended that the poor

Can't see that I'm just granting a big favor

Death is ever better than your sad routines

Don't be big mad, you see

Life's only good when you're me

And all I had to do

I have no clue

What did I do

To be your ruler

Oh wait, I'm pure

And now I'm sure

My uncle is my brother

Don't fuck with who's on top

We're here to rule the world

You peasant scum

Get ready to be purged, my uncle is my brother

My daddy said

That all the world's a bore

Until you learn

To sacrifice the poor, my uncle is my brother