King Of The Heap

There was bread

Now it's crumbs

Inside each head

There's a piece that's small and dumb

When something's big and beautiful give it time

I'll make it small and dirty

Just to make it mine

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

There were pools

Now they're murk

Gold dust in muck

And now all our play is work

Aggression is on every lip like stones on violins

Losing is the end result of far too many wins

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

It's bulldozing time

While you're asleep

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

Turn the wheel

Breathe the blackened sky

Hollow out

And suck the marrow dry

Now it's gone

Paved them there hills

Will soon be holes

I will wear them down with files of gain and greed and gold

Under grass and rocks and dirt

It's warm inside the earth

That is where I'm going

I'm gonna pack it in my purse

And make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

It's bulldozing time

While you're asleep

I'll make it mine

I'll be king of the heap

Turn the wheel

Turn the wheel

Breathe the blackened sky

Turn the wheel

Turn the wheel