I'll sing if it kills me
The pain's not so bad
I'll burn down your kingdom, you uppity scags
This muzzle won't stop me
Prepare to die
Hadey, Damon, heed my battle cry
I see it now I guess I'm just my mother's daughter
Filled with hatred, and a Blackheart to the core
Go undercover, lead them to the slaughter
Oh, and while we're at it,
Why not start another war?
Trim my dress with lacey stitches
Deck it out with gold and riches
Tiara upon my brow, tell me,
Who's the princess now, bitches?!
