I Used To Be A King

On Beat Street, there's a liquor store And they're cleaning out cash At the laundromat next door Next week, when the crowd goes home You're alone on the dance floor Rocking back and forth On Beat Street, all the same guys play All the same damn songs in the same damn way Next week, I won't remember their names But it doesn't really matter No, it doesn't really matter at all I used to be a king Now I don't mean anything I used to be a king On Beat Street, I lost one of my shoes And I paid all my dues with a maxed-out credit card She's Grace, but I've fallen for her And she's tricked me before Now I'm a ghost in my own town So, great, do you know who I am? Can you understand how you spannered my plans I'm Wild, I'm the king of the castle Just a bit of an 'assle Now I don't really matter at all I used to be a king Now I don't mean anything I used to be a king Used to be a king Used to be a king On Beat Street, there's a liquor store But I'm cruelly declined when I get in the line now A faux pas, no, you don't have to ask Cause the details are fuzzy and it's all in the past But you pushed me too far, then they pulled us apart The events in between, I don't recall anything at all You're bruised, well, my ego is too You can't blame it on me Don't blame it on me Can't blame it on me You can't blame me I used to be a king Now I don't mean anything I used to be a king Now I don't mean anything I used to be a king