Poem For The Prinz

I was fighting for my Country 
I shot a thousand men 
I did it for the War Reward 
He [bad word] me in The happy End 
He lives in a Castle Faraway 
He is the Son of the King 
His [bad word] is made of the Finest Gold 
Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring 

Bloodstains for my Country 
Rewarded with the Naked Prince 
Armored with a [bad word] of Gold 
He [bad word] me ever since 
He does it for Our country 
I do it for Our Love 
We are doing it in the King Sized bed 
His father is framed on the wall above 

This is the [bad word] that I ride 
Like a Bugatti Veyron 
Ride it for hours every night  [bad word] stains on the Royal Throne 
The [bad word] and the prinz and our poem 
The castle of unbroken dreams 
But youll never get to know them 
And youll never know how it feels 

When the prinz of this country is dead 
Ill be taking my life with a knife 
to join his [bad word] in heaven 
To never forget what its like 
He lives in a Castle Faraway 
He is the Son of the King 
His [bad word] is made of the Finest Gold 
Worth more than Your Mothers Wedding Ring