I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage

Called “The Blood of The Exploited Working Class”

But they’ve overcome their shyness

Now they’re calling me “Your Highness”

And the world screams, “Kiss me, son of god!”

.

I destroyed the bond of friendship and respect

Between the only people left who’d even look me in the eye

Now I laugh and make a fortune off the same ones that I tortured

And the world screams, “Kiss me, son of god!”

.

I look like Jesus, so they say

But Mr. Jesus is very far away

Now you’re the only one here who can tell me if it’s true

That you love me, and I love me