Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete
Flooring down the city streets
He is wounded, the Leader of the World
Wondering why

Meanwhile, the struggling helpless nations
Are pointed out as evil
And despised as a guilty

The leader makes the rules
And its rule is raw
Its sharp teeth bright in the freezing sun
He declares, apocalypse now
It's a thriller!

I can't sleep I can't smile
My soul's sold
I'm the leader's son

Sweatshop boys, starving kids 
Sex slaved women
Look out there the enemies of the leader

Cocacolized, macdonized, 
CIAzed, FBIzed, 
And still not satisfied


I can't sleep I can't smile
My soul's sold, but who bought it?
I can't sleep I can't smile
My soul's sold
I'm the leader's son


Tons of steel, glass and crushed concrete
Flooring down the city streets
He is wounded, the Leader of the World
Wondering why

I went to my doctor, my preacher, no answer
And the old beggar just told me son,
Eleven

I can't sleep I can't smile
My soul's sold, but who wants it ?
I can't sleep I can't smile
My soul's sold
I'm the leader's son