Setting Sun

There was a boy and he thought himself quite special

Somehow important and confidently able

He didn't care if your face got under his foot

As long as he didn't stop to have to look

He had a chest for the trophies that he'd stolen

He shined them every morning on his way in

And even he really started to believe it

Rationalizing that they were meant for him

But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you are and have done

And that crown you found is gonna leave

On your head a big green ring

You're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you have not done

And you're gonna burn in

Hell He sometimes wondered if he was just trash

He felt guilty one day, but it passed

And after that, he convinced even himself

That everyone loved him and no one else

But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you are and have done

And that crown you found is gonna leave

On your head a big green ring

You're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you have not done

And you're gonna burn in

Hell Thinking back, you smiled at

How you'd come this far

And how the idiots had bought into what

You told them you are

Now, hold really still and hope that they don't see

That you're one big vacancy

But I know that you're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you are and have done

And that crown you found is gonna leave

On your head a big green ring

You're not the king of the setting sun

I know what you have not done

And you're gonna burn in

Hell