Puddle of Mudd


Old Brother Prawn, in his rusted chair,
Counts his coins, but no one’s there.
Silk in rags, his kingdom small,
Walls of gold, and that’s his all.

Old Brother Prawn alone again,
Cold champagne, and acid rain.
Old Brother Prawn the world withdrew,
No one left to lie to you.

He speaks in orders, never in grace,
Mirrors crack to dodge his face.
Dinner for one, a kingdom’s sigh,
Silver spoon and empty eyes.

Old Brother Prawn your crown decays,
Built from spite, and darker days.
Old Brother Prawn you fade from view,
No one left to pity you.

Cold hands, colder throne,
Money talks but not at home.
Lonely feast, bitter dawn,
Sleep tight, Brother Prawn.

Old Brother Prawn fades to gray,
No heart, no love, just slow decay.
Old Brother Prawn your reign is through,
No one left to mourn for you.


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