Lyrics

Always fighting for a lazier life Surround myself with these bone walls Surround myself as necessity falls From the mouth of the horse's mother I crown myself with the coldest jewels I crown myself as a king of fools From birthplace of the dead I am the king of the back-burner I am the kind who flakes If it's of importance it will slide through the cracks If it's of importance it will wait on my back I am the king of the back burner I am the kind who flakes If it's of importance it will slide through the cracks If it's of importance it will wait on my back The back-burner The back-burner The back-burner The back-burner The back-burner The back-burner Hey