You've cash in your pocket
Why do your tears fall so rampantly?
Are you not satisfied, in world without context
Where every thing's trivial and nothing has meaning
Not even the throne you're heir to?
The people in Kosovo, the villages burning
It's all entertainment, quickly forgotten
It doesn't make any sense to me
How could you know which rung you stand on?
You never had to make the climb
You never thought to look beneath you
Ignoring the throne you're heir to