The mystery begins with one
A child who never saw the light
Born in bars, from his mother's crimes
He never had a chance, He never had a fight
How could a child do such a thing?
Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king
He sits on top of his iron throne
And all he wants is to be left alone
Out of his mother's womb he never had a dad
Well now that's probably why he's gone and done the things he has
Nothing to look up to or respect
Can drive a man towards murder like nothing else can
How could a child do such a thing?
Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king
He sits on top of his iron throne
And all he wants is to be left alone
How could a child do such a thing?
Well in his mind he's no child, he's a king
He sits on top of his iron throne
And all he wants is to be left alone
(And all he wants is to be left alone)
And all he wants is to be left alone
And all he wants is somebody to hold
And all he wants is something he was told
Something warm before everything goes cold
And all he wants is to be left alone
Hard to imagine that he never had a home
If only he had never been told
That he'd be better off left alone