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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
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
yes a world screams, kiss
me,
son
of
god
- Album:
- Dial-A-Song Direct
- Phone Power
- Hate The Villanelle
- Glean
- A Dial-A-Song Radio Network Sampler
- Why?
- First Album Live
- Idlewild: A Compilation
- Nanobots
- Join Us
- Album Raises New And Troubling Questions
- Miscellaneous
- They Might Be Giants
- Here Comes Science
- The Spine
- Then
- Factory Showroom
- John Henry
- Guitar Ep
- Misc T