Does it come today, or do I wait and wait?For him to come, I might be lost but he's on the wayI'm a slave to desire, being cased by his armsIn his own reflection, it might just be my only hope this springI realize that I'm youngAnd I'm hoping for additional loveAnd there's nothing that I would rather want to beThan hopelessAnd I'm hoping for additional loveWhoaWe have became, if I'm not ableTo abstain from the evil of Kingdom ComeThe market leaves will be the noblest thingWill I be lewd to the dude?Crude to his proof and to his profession?It might just be my only chance to screamAnd realize that I'm caughtIn a motion of habitual wantThat emotion occurs with all the luckIn a momentWhoaIt's comeToday, or do I wait and wait?For him to come, I might be lost but he's on the wayAnd when he comes, if he comesWill he have the key to the lock?With Kingdom Come, I'll likely always be lost at seaSo stop your joke, oh, so fastSo fast, oh, I could swearBut will you stop now?Look different, love's way too sweetNot exactly your defining strengthOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh