I set out to take all I desired.
With a mind made up to do anything required.
Every pleasure, every happiness, every power, every treasure chest.
I was gonna get my fill that satisfied.
I sailed to an island in the heat.
Where all the pretty girls were taled to be.
And they were looking, looking forward, for a man to come like me.
And they were gonna meet my needs, make true my dreams.
A couple years went by and I grew bored.
I decided to depart from those island shores.
And off I was again, again in search of that one thrill.
I was gonna get my get, and get my fill.
So I ran to become president that fall.
I won the votes with promises and charm.
A year went by and I decide an empire would suit me more.
So I got myself an army and got to war.
Now they're my loyal subjects and I'm their Lord.
Now here I am with riches and with fame.
And a name that people fear to even say.
I conquered the whole world but still I feel the same.
What's a man to do when there's nothing left to gain?
What's a man to do when there's nothing left to take?
What's a man to do when he's acquired everything?
I'm at life's end and I still I feel the same.