Nature abhors a vacuum
I have read
Tell me how'd you explain
Your empty headYou hurt the one you love
Because you can
As if violence were virtue
In a manThe king of your castle
Might behind you, power blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blame it all on lack of mother loveThe mad, glad days of romance
Were the best
When you kept your cards pressed tight
Against your chestBut soon, soon, all too soon
She'd understand
And she'd see and feel
The back of your right handThe king of your castle
Might behind you, power blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blame it all on lack of mother loveKing Rat, God on a barstool
Hold your court
So self-centered, so deluded
So self-taughtHome bound sound as a pound
You bought your round
And round one begins tonight
Behind closed doorsThe king of your castle
Might behind you, power blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blame it all on lack of mother loveThe king of your castle
Might behind you, power blind you
A fist full of feeling
Blame it all on lack of mother love