A Self Made Man UFO

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

(1)
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

(2)
But everythings light on a Sunday
The choir singing all in tune
But such a small congregation
Will someone send up the balloon

(3)
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