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 a 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 a 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