The World Is Yours - The Union

Echoes ride, traps this crazy horse on

Through attack and suicide of horse

Only leaving chaos in his way now

Got a sack with no remorse

And I hear, yes, it’s screaming out in pain

Full up to the grim ones satisfy you

Too much is never quite enough

And it’s one for one, every man for himself

It’d be fun when the world is yours to sell

And all the bounds in the city

And all the room no more

There’s a reckoning call

No shame and no pity

As far as I can see

Look what you’ve done

Take a look at what you’ve done

Won’t let her up, every man for himself

You don’t give a damn, when the world is yours to sell

The world is yours to sell