There was bread
Now its crumbs
Inside each head
Theres a piece thats small and dumb
When somethings big and beautiful give it time
Ill make it small and dirty
Just to make it mine


Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap


There were pools
Now theyre 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


Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Its bulldozing time
While youre asleep
Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap


Turn the wheel and breathe the blackened sky
Hollow out and suck the marrow dry
Now its 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
Its warm inside the earth
That is where Im going
Im gonna pack it in my purse


And make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Its bulldozing time
While youre asleep
Ill make it mine
Ill be King of the Heap
Turn the wheel
Turn the wheel
Breathe the blackened sky
Turn the wheel
Turn it, turn the wheel