Proud King of the Doomed Lyrics

Wind blows through our good intentions,
We owe nobody vicious
Get off boat if you wish,
Just go overboard
There will be no one left to mourn,
Just a sick hum under the floorboards
of something rotten being born.
"Not another day, oh lord!"
Someday the world will swallow its fleas,
In a backyard cemetery.
And with a tear drop of molten gold,
we'll crown this generation's proud king of the doomed.
We are all doomed. We are all doomed.
From my roof I can see the fire,
Not unlike an obvious liar,
With all the people huddled inside there,
That can't look you into the eyes
You're just getting what you need to get by,
But it's not enough to enjoy your life, is it?