Kiss Me Son of God - They Might Be Giants, Bill Krauss

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, the world screams «Kiss me, son of God»