Chorus
I've built a little empire                                                                          Current Course Syllabus
out of some crazy garbage
called the blood of the exploited working class.                                          Related Links
But they've overcome their shyness,
now they're calling me "Your Highness,"
and the world screams, "Kiss me, son of God."                                         Student Papers 2001

I broke the bonds 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 torture,
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 true,
that you love me...
and I love me.

Chorus

Yes, the world screams, "Kiss me, son of God."

--They Might Be Giants