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
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
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