I used to hold the biggest ballsnDeep inside my castle wallsnSpend my nights with concubinenWasted, unchaste, drunk on blood red winenBeing the king was pretty coolnI'd have to say that ruling rulednAnd I'd be in throne stillnHad I not one day fallen illnnI spit and I coughednMy vision went soft toonAnd my chest got tightnMy court, they surrounded menThey gagged and bounded menAnd threw me out into the nightnnOut in the mud I sadly sighednThe waiting crowd laid and diednThere came a noise boisterousnFrom down in the cloistersnAnd I heard them call the cry;nnDraw up the drawbridge, draw down the blindsnEveryone inside is getting high tonightnWaiting for the plague to move onnNo one's getting sober till the liquors all gonennThe bra in the candelabra, the panties on the paintings,nthe Monks have tapped their finest cask,nand the Nuns are into fainting. They sing,nnI hold my breath, you hit my chestnI hold my breath, you hit my chestnI hold my breath, you hit my chestnI hold my breath, you hit my chestnnYou stumble from the arms of the onenWhat made you, didn't you?nFumble to the palms of the onenWhat pays you, didn't you?nStumble from the arms of the onenWhat made you, didn't you?nFumble to the palms of the onenWhat pays you, didn't you?