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