The Last Tycoon

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He built the towers, he owned the land
The deals were made with steady hand
He crushed the rivals, he climbed the rope
And at the top — he lost all hope

The yachts, the jets, the private beach
The golden toys were out of reach
Not for his pocket — for his soul
He had the power, lost the goal

The wives moved on, the kids don’t call
His name is framed on every wall
But no one sits beside his bed
No one to hold his weary head

The last tycoon sits on his throne
A king of steel, a king of stone
He won the world, he lost the war
There’s nothing left to conquer more
The higher up, the colder air
And you're alone in despair

He knew her from the 69
The girl with braids, the cheap red wine
He chose the hustle, run the race
He ain't remember now her face

The children grew in boarding schools
They learned to lie, they learned the rules
He sent them checks, he missed their games
Now they don’t come on holidays

The friends he had? He bought and sold
The loyal ones? He left them cold
Now every smile is contract hint
And every shakehand's cold and mean

The last tycoon sits on his throne
A king of steel, a king of stone
He won the world, he lost the war
There’s nothing left to conquer more
The higher up, the colder air
And you're alone in despair

He strolls around empty hall
The portraits watch him, mirrors crawl
He sees a boy he used to be
With dirty sneakers and the dream

“I did it all,” he whispers low
“I got the gold, I got the show
But who am I when lights go down?
Beast with no pride, king with no crown”

The last tycoon — he sees the truth
The lost empire, the stolen youth
He won the world, he lost the war
There’s nothing left to conquer more
He’s not afraid to let it go
The only freedom he will know

He pours a drink, he turns the key
No one will come, no one will see
The morning finds the glass, the gun
Rat race is over. Job is done.

…the job is finally done