King
 作词 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff
 作曲 : Florence Welch/Jack Antonoff
 We argue in the kitchen about whether to have children
 About the world ending and the scale of my ambition
 And how much is art really worth
 The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most
 But you need your rotten heart, your dazzling pain like diamond rings
 You need to go to war to find material to sing
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

 I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
 My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

 But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape
 Just when you think you have it figured out
 Something new begins to take
 What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin
 I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

 I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing
 I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology
 ’Cause I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king
 I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king

 Oh
 Oh
 Oh, ooh
 Oh

 And I was never as good as I always thought I was
 But I knew how to dress it up
 I was never satisfied, it never let me go
 Just dragged me by my hair and back on with the show