Backyard King

Lyrics

1 2 3 4 A full belly boasts the little hun His dead cat's a windchime Its bones hang in the burnt sun A headless Barbi she's nailed to a tree A brutal symbol of the two year old's dynasty His reign is built on terror His mother she swings the axe Our juice is sucked through the nipple Of the backyard king yeah Tonka toys that carry nicotine 14 issues of Penthouse and some other things found obscene His swingset is a playschool gallo His doorstep's his throne his crown's made out of lego His reign is built on terror His mother she swings the axe Our juice is sucked through the nipple Of the backyard king yeah He's a real little guy But he carries a big stick His reign is built on terror His mother she swings the axe Our juice is sucked through the nipple Of the backyard king yeah The backyard king yeah The backyard king yeah