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 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 wheelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
