Lyrics:

There was bread Now it's crumbs Inside each head There's a piece that's small and dumb When something's big and beautiful give it time I'll make it small and dirty Just to make it mine CHORUS I'll make it mine I'll be king of the heap I'll maake it mine I'll be king of the heap There were people Now they're murk Gold dust in mud and Now all our play is work Aggression is on every lip like stones on violins Losing is the end result Of far too many wins CHORUS Turn the wheel and breathe the blackened sky Hollow out and suck the marrow dry Now it's gone Hey them there hills Will soon be holes I will wear them down with files of gain and greed and goals Under grass and rocks and dirt It's warm inside the earth That is where I7m going I'm gonna pack it in my purse CHORUS It's bulldozing time While you're asleep I'll make it mine I'll be king of the heap Turn the wheel Turn the wheel Breathe the blackened sky Turn the wheel Turn it, turn the wheel ------------------------------------------------------------------