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