Rests his head on a spike
Inside his brain rots and dies
Town square the villagers cry
Words that the kings doesn't like
King of the rock
Tick of the tock
Do what you will
In for the kill
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
Out there they fight on the moors
Down there the tomb of the lords
Good mulch food for the worms
I hope they left on good terms
The king of the rock
The tick of the tock
Do what you want
So nonchalont
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
The king of the rock
Bulbeater - Tick of the Tock Lyrics
Bulbeater - Tick of the Tock Lyrics
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Rests his head on a spike
Inside his brain rots and dies
Town square the villagers cry
Words that the kings doesn't like
King of the rock
Tick of the tock
Do what you will
In for the kill
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
Out there they fight on the moors
Down there the tomb of the lords
Good mulch food for the worms
I hope they left on good terms
The king of the rock
The tick of the tock
Do what you want
So nonchalont
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
The king of the rock
Inside his brain rots and dies
Town square the villagers cry
Words that the kings doesn't like
King of the rock
Tick of the tock
Do what you will
In for the kill
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
Out there they fight on the moors
Down there the tomb of the lords
Good mulch food for the worms
I hope they left on good terms
The king of the rock
The tick of the tock
Do what you want
So nonchalont
All around you are the friends when it suits them
It makes you wanna curl right up and die
Picked bones are thrown like stones
Flying from the shadow of the lonesome throne
The king of the rock
Writer: Bryn Davies, James Ramsbottom, Sam Hartley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Bulbeater
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Bryn Davies, James Ramsbottom, Sam Hartley