Owner Of The World 歌词

He use to own the world He use to be the one Like hundred hungry dogs in heat On cinnabar and rum Ground and sift and washed it Dried it in the sun But his heart just wouldn't buy it And his feet began to run He use to be the Owner of the World Now he's just another man Who use to be the Owner of the World Down an empty highway Pass sycamores and oaks Then stop for seven hours The things he made us do The owner of the world Liked always taking more Standing on the beach Or walking out the door He use to be the Owner of the World Now he's just another man Who use to be the Owner of the World.