[Verse 1] He’s got golden gates and fancy drapes, And a chandelier for every sin, He says he’s makin’ history But he’s just makin’ it spin. Now the east wing’s gone, the floor’s all gloss, He’s buildin’ where the truth once bloomed, But for all that gold and all that gloss, There’s just no ball room. [Chorus] No ball room No ball room He’s got marble halls and empty balls, But for all that shit, there’s no ball room. [Verse 2] He toasts himself with Diet Coke, In a mirror made of fools, He calls it class, I call it broke A clown with golden tools. He struts around in tailored lies, Like a king without a tune, He’s dancin’ solo in his mind, But there’s no ball room. [Chorus] No ball room No ball room He’s got marble halls and empty balls, But for all that shit, there’s no ball room. [Bridge] Now don’t get me wrong I like a man with confidence. But when the walls are gold and the soul’s on hold, That’s not opulence… that’s impotence. [Chorus] No ball room (for the poor or the brave) No ball room (just a shiny cave.) You can crown yourself, and call it a throne, But you still got no balls, and no way home. [Outro] No Balls No Balls No Ballrooms No Balls No Balls No Ballrooms
