Rex Skellington

There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are renowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my beastlike charms I have seen grown triceratops give out a shriek With the wave of my jaws and a well placed chomp I have swept the very bravest off their life Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, Rex, the Tyrant Lizard King Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these muscles An emptiness began to grow There's something out there, far from my home A longing that I've never known I'm the master of murder, and a beast of mastery And I'll bite you right out of your mortality To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France And since I am alive, I can take away your lives To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man can grumble like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Tyrant Lizard King with the non-existent grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He'd give it all up if he only could Oh, there's an empty place in my flesh That calls out for something like a mesh The fame and praise come year after year Does nothing for these empty tears.