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