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 murky

Gold dust in mud 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 and breathe the blackened sky

Hollow out and suck the marrow dry

Now it's gone

Hey, them there hills

Will soon be holes

I will wear them down with files of gain, and greed, and goals

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 it

Turn the wheel