Owner of the World - Oysterhead

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