King Buford's Revenge

Written by Jacob Keplinger, Justin Siegel, Liz Siegel & Jackson Keplinger

Somewhere in the desert is a man with a gun out for me
And I can’t decide if I should attempt to fight or if I should flee
But maybe in the end there is a truth that nobody wants to see
Maybe in the end the king’s life was just not made for me

I am losing control
Of my body and soul
On a throne made of gold, I roll
I roll like a wave past my soul
Like a wave passed my soul
On a throne made of gold, I roll
Like a wave past my soul, I roll
Like a wave past my soul, I roll

I can see ahead of me
Building up in front of me
I can see inside of me
Radiotelegraphy
Simmering technology
Satisfiability
Rapid musicality
Through Maruchani tethering

Six nickel strings
Wood bones
Steel meat

Something unfamiliar
Is coursing right through my bones
And I wasn’t so sure
Of these heavenly tones
But inside my guitar
Is the power I hold
Since the Maruchan Man
Sent a wave past my soul

Like a wave passed my soul
Like a wave passed my soul
On a throne made of gold
I roll like a wave past my soul
Like a wave past my soul
Like a wave past my soul
On a throne made of gold, I roll
I roll

Now I’ll have my revenge
With a smile on my face
And I’ll play such a chord
To create such a space
And I know that you hunt
Hoping just to find me
But if I find you first
Brutal death you will see
So I gather my son
And I gather my steed
And we’ll go to the Hills
Looking for human meat
And I’ll burn that place down
Using fire and coal
As the Maruchan Man
Sends a wave past your soul