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
  
   Repeat *
  
   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
  
   Repeat *
  
   Repeat **
  
   Repeat *** twice