I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage 
Called the blood of the exploited working class 
But they've [bad word] their shyness 
Now they're calling me Your Highness 
And the 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 the 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] their shyness 
Now they're calling me Your Highness 
And the world screams, 
"Kiss me, Son of God" 
Yes the world screams, 
"Kiss me, Son of God"