There was a boy and he thought himself quite specialSomehow important and confidently ableHe didn’t care if your face got under his footAs long as he didn’t stop to have to lookHe had a chest for the trophies that he’d stolenHe shined them every morning on his way inAnd even he really started to believe itRationalizing that they were meant for himBut I know that you’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you are and have doneAnd that crown you found is gonna leaveOn your head a big green ringYou’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you have not doneAnd you’re gonna burn in HellHe sometimes wondered if he was just trashHe felt guilty one day, but it passedAnd after that, he convinced even himselfThat everyone loved him and no one elseBut I know that you’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you are and have doneAnd that crown you found is gonna leaveOn your head a big green ringYou’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you have not doneAnd you’re gonna burn in HellThinking back, you smiled atHow you’d come this farAnd how the idiots had bought into whatYou told them you areNow, hold really still and hope that they don’t seeThat you’re one big vacancyBut I know that you’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you are and have doneAnd that crown you found is gonna leaveOn your head a big green ringYou’re not the king of the setting sunI know what you have not done