Owner of the World

                                  He use to own the world

He use to be the one

Like hundred hungry dogs in heat

On cinnabar and rum

Ground and sift and washed it

Dried it in the sun

But his heart just wouldn't buy it 

And his feet began to run

He use to be the Owner of the World

Now he's just another man 

Who use to be the Owner of the World

Down an empty highway

Pass sycamores and oaks

Then stop for seven hours

The things he made us do

The owner of the world

Liked always taking more

Standing on the beach 

Or walking out the door

He use to be the Owner of the World

Now he's just another man 

Who use to be the Owner of the World