I am a man of the cave and stone
I am an ape or a fossil bone
Through the earth, in ev’ry season
Well, I walk around, I walk around
I am one soul then a million more
Man with a heart like a lion’s roar
Ev’ry season, I am at war,
While I walk around, I walk around
I am a man, ambitious as Rome,
Beautiful car and beautiful home
In the bedroom, on the front lawn
Well, I walk around, I walk around
I’ll make love, make a revolution
I’ll make careful calculations
Closer, closer to regression
While, I walk around, I walk around
You see, I am no man
I am the king of illusion
Deep down, I know what I am
I am the king, king of ruin
I make the world however I please
Buried in gold and cold concrete
Heart imprisoned, so are my feet
So I walk around, I walk around
Kneeling before my television
I am a man of self-negation
Both consumer and the product
Well, it all adds up, it all adds up
You see, I am no man
I am the king of illusion
Deep down, I know what I am
I am the king, king of ruin
It’s me, the master of fire, the master of liars
The master of earth, and look what I have made of that
A planet of glass, a planet of ash
A world of men, who’d just as soon forget
I am a man, in front of the mirror
Like a mistake, a freak of nature
Through the earth, without a reason
But to walk around, to walk around
I am a man; it all becomes clear
The horrors of my own nature
My penance and my punishment
Is to walk around, I walk around