i want to be the man
who shakes the hand
that feeds the land
on which the greatest weight stands

i want to fear the force
that lights the north
and steers the course
without the chance for remorse

i want to hear the cries
that flood the skies
when the love dies
and cuts the hearts down to size

i want to know the need
that feeds the greed
to do the deed
in order to take the lead

i want to watch the flames
that eat the names
which play the games
that make us feel all the same

i want to kill the tell
the heat and smell
that wakes the hell
ready to buy the hard sell