[Verse 1] My coffee's cold, the world is small I've got the blueprints hung on every wall You think the borders hold you tight I’ll fold the maps up late tonight [Verse 2] The stock exchange, the power grid I’m doing things the others never did They’ll call me king, or maybe saint Once I apply my coat of paint [Chorus] Oh, it’s a simple game of chess I’m just here to clean the mess The globe is spinning, losing speed I’m planting every crooked seed [Outro] Yes, look at you, so quaint and small Waiting for the sky to fall And when it does, I’ll be the hand That holds the leash of all the land (Maniacal laughter fading into distorted bass)
