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 call me 'your highness' / and the world screams 'kiss me, son of god'
i destroyed the bonds 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 one's that i torture / and the world screams "kiss me, son of god"
They Might Be Giants, "Kiss Me Son of God"

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