18 They Might Be Giants – Kiss Me Son Of God
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
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!“
Yes, the world screams, „Kiss me, son of god!“
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