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
* 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
** But everythings light on a Sunday The choir singing all in tune But such a small congregation Will someone send up the balloon
*** 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
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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