Sold his wallet for kerosene
Fuel to burn his friends
Angels stained with nicotine
Sing for his defense

He waits
He waits
The saddest thing
He's just a king in mirrors

Holds a bottle for a scepter
Sits at a barstool throne
And empty glass reveals the specter
Of a past without a home

He waits
He waits
The saddest thing
He's just a king in mirrors

Reflection hurts but numbs the hours
His ex-chauffer runs the town
A peeling room with faded flowers
A scrapbook and his crown

He waits
He waits
The saddest thing
He's just a king in mirrors