Karaoké Kiss Me, Son of God They Might Be Giants

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class

But they've overcome 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 Mister 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

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage called the blood of the exploited working class

But they've overcome their shyness

Now they're calling me Your Highness

And the world screams

Kiss me, Son of God

Yeah, the world screams

Kiss me, Son of God