The Odds - King Of The Heap

King Of The Heap

There was bread
Now its crumbs
Inside each head
There is a piece thats small and dumb
When somethings big and beautiful gi have it time
I will make it small and dirty
Just to make it mine
I will make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
I will make it mine
I will 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
I will make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
I will make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
Its bulldozing time
While you are asleep
I will make it mine
I will 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
Wi will soon be holes
I wi 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 Imgoing
Imgonna pack it in my purse
And make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
I will make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
Its bulldozing time
While you are asleep
I will make it mine
I will be King of the Heap
Turn the wheel
Turn the wheel
Breathe the blackened sky
Turn the wheel
Turn it, turn the wheel