Murderers are king

How I worship murderers, cut-throats they are kings

I am just a thief on the floor my body flings

The lowest of the low, a common lowly thief

In this penitentiary the lowest meek and weak

The murderers they walk as kings arrogant and loud

I subjugate myself to them so virile, strong and proud

For in this prison I am the lowest of the low

The murderer when he walks by on the floor my body throws

The greatest love of all the murderer does give

He risks his very liberty when a life no longer lives

How I wish that virile beast at me would stare

But I am just a piece of shit for me he doesn’t care

But for me he is a saint, at his feet my body fling

For me the murderer, the murderer is king