Fortune has me well in hand, armies wait at my command My gold lies in a foreign land buried deep beneath the sand The angels guide my evry tread, my enemies are sick or dead But all the victories Ive led havent brought you to my bed Now the purest race Ive bred for thee to live in my democracy And the highest human pedigree awaits the first-born boy baby And my face on evry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved My own flag is forever waved by the grateful people I have saved CHORUS: You see, everybody loves me, baby, whats the matter with you? Wontcha tell me what did I do to offend you? Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the peoples name By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, Im not to blame! Why, you cant blame me, Im Heavens child, Im the second son of Mary mild And Im twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didnt mind, why, he just smiled Yes, and the ocean parts when I walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue Im held in very great value by everyone I meet but you cause Ive used my talents as I could, Ive done some bad, Ive done some good I did a whole lot better than they thought I would so, cmon and treat me like you should! https://youtube/watch?v=XG6SCDUiFZs
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 04:42:29 +0000
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