Corrosion Of Conformity

If I was the king of all the rotten, stealin' filth from those forgotten
Would you be my queen of this desperate land, do you give a damn
What if I had to scold you, listen once but never tried and true
What if I had to trade you for another man, do you think I can
I won't call on the angels, no
Beatin' on the line as I turn to
Amputate......I'm bleeding on you
What if you were torn in two, what if I wanted to be like you
What if I was high like an aeroplane
Would you look at me the same
I won't call on the angels, no