She forgot my fries
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
There's too much mayonnaise
He pays
Tonight I feel like having it my way
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
The bathroom is a mess
I'll take your breath
The minimum wages of your sin is death
It's the end for you
But good news
The coroner can pick you up drive-thru
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
Go
She forgot my fries
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
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She forgot my fries
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
There's too much mayonnaise
He pays
Tonight I feel like having it my way
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
The bathroom is a mess
I'll take your breath
The minimum wages of your sin is death
It's the end for you
But good news
The coroner can pick you up drive-thru
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
Go
She forgot my fries
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
There's too much mayonnaise
He pays
Tonight I feel like having it my way
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
The bathroom is a mess
I'll take your breath
The minimum wages of your sin is death
It's the end for you
But good news
The coroner can pick you up drive-thru
And in the ball pit your remains will stay
Tonight I feel like having it my way
Kneel to my cardboard crown
And kiss my onion ring
I'm a man of much renown
I am your murder king
Go
She forgot my fries
She dies
Her monarch is the paragon of lies
Writer: Brian Johnston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid