Fortune has me well at hand,
armies wait at my command,
my gold lies in a foreign land,
buried deep beneath the sand.

Angels guide my every tread,
my enemies are sick or dead,
but all the victories I've lead
haven't brought you to my bed.

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You see, every body loves me baby what's the matter with you?
Won't you tell me, what did I do to offend you?

The purist race I've bred for thee
to live in my democracy
and the highest human pedigree
awaits your first born boy baby.

My face on every coin engraved
the anarchists are all enslaved.
My own flag is forever waved
by the grateful people I have saved.

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No land is beyond my claim
when the land is seized in the peoples name
by evil men who rob and maim.
If war is hell, I'm not to blame.

Why you can't blame me, I'm Heaven's child
I'm the second son of Mary mild
and twice removed from Oscar Wilde
but he didn't mind, why he just smiled.

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Now the ocean parts when I walk through
the clouds dissolve, the sky turns blue
I'm held in very great value
by everyone I meet but you.

'Cause I've used my talents as I could
I've done some bad, I've done some good
I did a whole lot better than they thought I could
so come on and treat me like you should.

{Chorus} Repeat and end.