Living a life, without any future Just unending appetite, for petty amusement And you with your woes Youæ?³e food on the table Youæ?³e 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 Itæ?¯ 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