The camera rolls over your old best friend   You don’t need him and you don’t need them   You’ll be dying in an instant, you’ll be dying all alone   It don’t matter what you did   There’s no comfort in a throne      The drugs are just a countenance for sleeping in the day   The things that you forget and the things you gave away   Are reminders of an absence and a life that you’ve outgrown   There’s nowhere that they can’t find you   There’s no comfort in a throne      Is it just your arrogance you easily betray?   On the doctors table we are all the same      Even when you’re king you can fall, you can fall      It’s a lonely proposition though it shelters you sometimes   And your comfort’s your condition,    though it seems like it’s a crime   Your brand new set of monologues will have to be postponed   Even when you’re royalty   There’s no comfort in a throne