I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But theyve overcome their shyness Now theyre calling me Your Highness And a world screams Kiss me, Son of God I destroyed the bond of friendship and respect Between the only people left whod 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 youre the only one here who can tell me if its true That you love me and I love me I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But theyve overcome their shyness Now theyre calling me Your Highness And a world screams Kiss me, Son of God Yes, a world screams Kiss me, Son of God
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