"Punk Rock King" lyrics

Damn man, I was thinkin' so bad
I thought life would be a living hell for me
But I got a new lease, scribbled down on loose leaf
And see, I got some clarity
I was feeling bad for myself, and that's bad for your health
A door slamming, means standin', all alone by yourself
But another opened up, was it god or just dumb luck?

(Welcome to the Skid Ranch Scotty)
(Welcome to the Skid Ranch Scotty)

Damn man, I'm feeling fly as fuck
You wouldn't even believe my luck
Damn boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The city of champs has served me well

Damn man, I'm feeling fly as fuck
You wouldn't even believe my luck
Damn boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The city of champs has served me well

As punk rock king, Molly as Queen
Gave human rights like candy on Halloween
They were shocked, I swear, changed to free health care
And said we solemnly swear to actually listen and care
Made reparations to oppressed races
Said we'd never make it, treating addicts like patients
And everyone had a roof over head
Nobody left in the street for dead
And things got bad for the Catholic Church
We renamed 'em, "the pope and his perverts"
With me as punk king, we kept doing our thing
Gave a fair share to those who play, write and sing

Damn man, I'm feeling fly as fuck
You wouldn't even believe my luck
Damn boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The city of champs has served me well

Damn man, I'm feeling fly as fuck
You wouldn't even believe my luck
Damn boy, I'm feeling fly as hell
The city of champs has served me well