Keys to the Kingdom

I got the keys in my pocket but I still think that I am going to stay the night
You got a picture of the king in your locket
And it makes you feel like everything is going to be alright
But that’s not right
Yeah that’s not right

If I was given the keys to the kingdom I know that I would bring them
I would never leave something like that behind
At the very least I would break into the feast and bring the king down to his knees
And give him a piece of my mind

If I was told to sing everything that I go to sing I don’t know if I'd even have my own mind
Is this just a test? Appease the king just like the jester just to try to keep him satisfied

I don’t know where else that I can go, what else I have to show
Why am I so slow to leave his side?
Sometimes fear ain’t something that you run from
It depends on where you come from, where you come from, where you reside

If I was told to sing everything that I go to sing I don’t know if I would even have my own mind.
Is this just a test? Appease the king just like the jester just to try to keep him satisfied