Man of gold on his throne, richer than lotus silk
His name known by each little person on earth
They slave through the day to carry out orders
Then hope every night that he would be conquered

He drowns in the sea, yet he must own each raindrop
Refusing to spare any for unfortunate souls
You'll find that, beneath this, he's no more than human
But his ravaging greed sucks the love from his heart

© Amber Lynn