Once there was a man who decided he knew everything Once there was a book that he threw in my face Once there was an angry mob that marched Up and down the street Don't ya know they all called my name What do they want from me?
Chorus What do they want from me? What do they want from me? What do they want from a poor boy who Can't believe They want to fill the void They want to fill the empty spaces But I won't let them consume me With the rest of the lifeless faces
Once there was a little girl Who thought that she was a queen And she thought the world was a playground Filled with sand So with all her friends she created a fantasy They all come to me with their demands What do they want from me?
Chorus
Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing Ever little fish is a tyrant of the sea Every little atom is a master of his family Every single piece calls my name What do they want from me?
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