Kingpin by Danello, The Sad Surfer

Sitting on top a mountain of gold
Pins and needles from this lonely throne
Getting frail as I’m getting old
My kingdom come as all been sold

I tighten my fist
I lose my subjects
I loosen my grip
I lose my hold

I tighten my fist
I lose my prospects
I loosen my grip
I'm feeding the crows

Honor guard has left long ago
Took their swords armor and their cloaks
Where they went I really don’t know
All I know is I’m all alone

I tighten my fist
I lose my subjects
I loosen my grip
I lose my hold

I tighten my fist
I lose my prospects
I loosen my grip
I'm feeding the crows

I tighten my fist
I lose my subjects
I loosen my grip
I lose my hold

I tighten my fist
I lose my prospects
I loosen my grip
I'm feeding the crows

• Rock
• alternative
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Randolph