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 wheel