Living a life, without any future

Just unending appetite, for petty amusement

And you with your woes

Youve food on the table

Youve cash in your pocket

So why are you crying

Prince of America, hay does your tears run so rampantly

Are you not satisfied, in your world without context?

Where everything's trivial, and nothing has meaning

Not even the throne you're heir to

Prince of the world

So much to see, so much information

The people in Kosovo, the villages burning

Its all entertainment, quickly forgotten

It doesn't make any sense to me

So why are you crying

How could you know which rung you stand on?

You never had to make the climb

You never thought to look beneath you

Ignoring the throne you're heir to

Prince of the world Prince of America