[Intro – Spoken, dripping with entitlement]
Do you know who I am?
Apparently, that means nothing these days…

[Verse 1]
They whisper tales, they point and stare
As if I haven’t a royal heir
My name, my title, stained with mud
While common folk would spill my blood
Even my mother’s started to frown—
Imagine, a prince being brought down!

[Pre-Chorus]
This “impertinence,” this bold display
To question me in such a way
My birthright, lineage, centuries old
Reduced to stories bought and sold

[Chorus]
A world of “bad taste,” so it seems
They shatter my gilded dreams
Accountability? What a jest!
They dare to put me to the test!

[Verse 2]
These allegations, a vulgar stain
A petty grievance, a tiresome pain
Do they not know who I am meant to be?
This public trial is an offense to me
No sweat upon my brow, I say
Just common envy on display

[Pre-Chorus]
My station, my privilege, my birth
Should shield me from this earthly dearth
Of understanding, of deference due
To one of my ancient, noble crew

[Chorus]
A world of “bad taste,” so it seems
They shatter my gilded dreams
Accountability? What a jest!
They dare to put me to the test!

[Bridge]
It’s not the deed, but the nerve, you see
That they would dare to challenge me
A photograph? A cheap, plain trick!
My arm around her? Photoshopped and sick!
A conspiracy, a cunning plot
To tarnish a name that means a lot
My friends in high places all look away—
Loyalty’s missing, or so they say…

[Chorus]
A world of “bad taste,” so it seems
They shatter my gilded dreams
Accountability? What a jest!
They dare to put me to the test!

[New Short Bridge – Sarcastic Reflection]
Let them gossip, let them jeer
I’ll be out of England half the year
My palace walls still stand so tall
Their rumors echo down the hall

[Outro]
The indignity… the sheer gall…
To be judged by one and all…
A victim, truly, of their scorn…
I wish that bloody photo had never been born.
History will forget, if I just wait it out—
After all, that’s what privilege is about.
