"Slow Rise (To The Middle)" lyrics

The king died young was the first of his kind
All alone in his castle suspicious was his mind
The moon's got a dark side it's black in back
Every star is born leaves some blood on the tracks

You wanna make it big, wanna make it big, wanna make it big
I'm on a slow rise to the middle

There's plenty of ways to stab yourself in the heart
Get a grave in Paris or even Central Park
Manhattan assassin and a chopper goes down
Mississippi takes you under in a Tennessee town

You wanna make it big, wanna make it big, wanna make it big
Give me a slow rise to the middle

You had a heart of gold now it's lead in your veins
When you turn it up loud it's shelter from the pain
The cry of the wind and the weeping guitar
Little plane disappears like a shooting star

You wanna make it big, wanna make it big, wanna make it big
Give me a slow rise to the middle