Give a man the world

Give a man the world
and he'll take it to the brink
He'll spin it on his finger
and tell you what to think

He'd think he was Gods' gift to all
just because he owned the place
And if you tried to make it right
All of hell you'd face

Because with too much a man goes mad
and he'll run for all his might
whatever plans he thought he had
have vanished into the night

Now if you put him on his world
and yell at him to go
He'd wander round in circles, lost
just 'cause you said "No"

"No" to all his ignorance
"No" to all his trouble
"No" to all his tricks and schemes
His turning world to rubble

because what you think is true
will as soon turn to dust
Than save you from yourself
and not from what it must.