Living a life, without any future 

Just unending appetite, for petty amusement 

And you with your woes 

You抳e food on the table 

You抳e cash in your pocket 

So why are you crying 

Prince of America, hay does your tears run so rampantly 

Are you not satisfied, in your world without context? 

Where everything's trivial, and nothing has meaning 

Not even the throne you're heir to 

Prince of the world 

So much to see, so much information 

The people in Kosovo, the villages burning 

It抯 all entertainment, quickly forgotten 

It doesn't make any sense to me 

So why are you crying 

How could you know which rung you stand on? 

You never had to make the climb 

You never thought to look beneath you 

Ignoring the throne you're heir to 

Prince of the world Prince of America