Son of the Earth

So slowly goes the day of hounding you for more
This is a little song. It's short; it's not that long
This is a brittle bone. You cast away the stone
You refrain, though one question remains:

"What do you give to someone who has it all?
What do you give to someone who has it all?"

They break into the store; go girlish down the aisle
This is a little one. The manager is dumb
A petty incident, although the case is strong
You could say, though one question remains:

"What do you give to someone who has it all?
What do you give to someone who has it all?"

My shippin' days are done
I'm lonely all the time
I'm in the cash cow now
Cash in now, honey