Nature abhors a vacuum   I have read   Tell me how'd you explain   Your empty head   You hurt the one you love   Because you can   As if violence were virtue   In a man         The king of your castle   Might behind you   Power blind you   A fist full of feeling   Blame it all on lack of mother love         The mad, glad days of romance   Were the best   When you kept your cards pressed tight   against your chest   But soon, soon, all too soon   She'd understand   And she'd see and feel   The back of your right hand         The king of your castle   Might behind you   Power blind you    A fist full of feeling   Blame it all on lack of mother love         King Rat, God on a barstool   Hold your court   So self-centered, so deluded   So self-taught   Home bound sound as a pound   You bought your round   and round one begins tonight   Behind closed doors         The king of your castle   Might behind you   Power blind you   A fist full of feeling   Blame it all on lack of mother love