King of Song

I grew up like any boy-child In modest, humble conditions But now they gild the ground I have betrodden The globe is spinning on my thumb People will rise for me Put out their eyes for me Hey now People will die for me Fantasize about me Hey yeah I am the king of song Standing on top of heaps of bodies and piles of people Waving my flag Now the multitudes have gathered around me Grateful for each word I preach They will rise for me Put out their eyes for me He now They will die for me Fantasize about me Hey yeah I am the king of song He is rising He is rising The king of song