He used to own the world
He used to be the one
Like a 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 used to be the Owner of the World
Now he's just another man
Who used to be the Owner of the World

Down an empty highway
Past sycamores and oaks
Then stopped for seven hours
The things he made us do
The owner of the world
Like always taking more
Standing on the beach
Or walking out the door
He used to be the Owner of the World
Now he's just another man
Who used to be the Owner of the World