Sleep, my little Kovu
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king
I've been exiled, persecuted, left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did, I get a little tense
But I dream a dream so pretty, that I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner kitty, and it helps me get some rest
The sound of Simba's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby
Now the past I've tried forgetting, and my foes I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty, but I hate to let them live
So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Simba up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me
The melody of angry growls
The counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my
That's my lullaby
Scar is gone, but Zira's still around to love this little lad
Until he learns to be a killer with a lust for being bad
Sleep you little termite! uh... I mean, precious little thing
One day when you're big and strong you will be a king
The pounding of drums of war, the thrill of Kovu's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance
Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kovu! What a guy!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood red sky
That's my lullaby
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