Hush, my little one; you must be exhausted.      Sleep, my little Kovu   Let your dreams take wing   One day when you're big and strong   You will be a king      I've been exiled, persucuted   Left alone with no defense   When I think of what that brute did   I get a little tense      But I dream a dream so pretty   That I don't feel so depressed   'Cause it soothes my inner kitty   And it helps me get some rest      The sound of Simba's dying gasp   His daughter squealing in my grasp   His lionesses' mournful cry   That's my lullaby      Now the past I've tried forgetting   And my foes I could forgive   Trouble is I knows it's petty   But I hate to let them live      So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree      Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me      The melody of angry growls   A counterpoint of painful howls   A symphony of death, oh my!   That's my lullaby      Scar is gone... but Zira's still around   To love this little lad   Till he learns to be a killer   With a lust for being bad!      Sleep, ya little termite!   Uh-- I mean, precious little thing!   One day when you're big and strong   You will be a king!      The pounding of the drums of war   The thrill of Kovu's mighty roar      The joy of vengeance   Testify!   I can hear the cheering   Kovu! What a guy!      Payback time is nearing   And then our flag will fly   Against a blood-red sky   That's my lullaby!