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 a 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’d tell me if it’s true

that you love me

and i love me

i’ve 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”