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 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 [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 a world screams, "kiss me, son of god"
Yes a world screams, "kiss me, son of god"