Property, property, property, the things I won are owning me
Energy, energy, en-ergy, my greatest ideas are haunting me
I know the leash is getting shorter
And I’m on the wrong end
But I’ve never heard music
As loud as in my head
I’ve got visits from the king of pop
The kings of punk and the king of pain
The price of crowns is going down
We’ll all be king someday
I’ll be the self proclaimed king of keeping bad company
Good thing my rock and roll friends got nowhere to be
