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