| Song | Anon |
| Artist | Capitol K |
| Album | Island Row |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In this desert to the East, | |
| Anon talks for all his dreams, | |
| How he walked a century, | |
| Waiting for the peace. | |
| Said "I was good and I am poor, | |
| We were born unto this rock" | |
| No say lion in his den. | |
| Eyeing man with bad intent. | |
| In the Stomach of the King, | |
| We can bite the hands of thieves, | |
| And spit out their golden rings, | |
| A thousand miles from the Sea. | |
| In the Stomach of the King, | |
| We can bite the hands of thieves, | |
| And spit out their golden rings, | |
| A thousand miles from the Sea. |