From liner notes

I've worked so hard, like Hyde on the chaos theory

I've found my madness quite complete

No sign of light or love divine intervention

While I was scoring on your street


I am the demon of your darkest thoughts

Wired to self destruct

A greedy, nasty, selfish little man

Who could never have or get too much


(1)

But if the very thought makes you shiver

I am just one of the many lost

And I will change the course of the river

And never stop to count the cost


(2)

But everythings light on a Sunday

The choir singing all in tune

But such a small congregation

Will someone send up the balloon


(3)

Oh I'm a self made man

The fruits of yes you can

Oh I'm a self made man

And I'll take what I can


Out of the darkness and into the light

See the army grow and grow

And like a storm, a reign of terror

This ill wind will blow and blow


Repeat (1)


I'll take great pride and pleasure in your misery

And delight in your living hell

There's no known act of human kindnes left

My very mother I would sell


I'm not uncouthed, but educated

Now isn't that a scary thing

And elected to a place of power

Your slavery will be my sting


Repeat (1)


Repeat (2)


Repeat (3) twice