Velvet & Gold

If I am guilty of a heinous crime

At least it was done with my God by my side

He told me to bow to the Eagle’s flag

We threw them on an island with their heads in a bag

Now I’m retired, I’m a billionaire

But round the clock surveillance is thinning my hair

I pray for the future of the fruit of my loins

But mostly I’m praying to the temple of coin

I’ve got more velvet than the Queen of England

I’ve got more gold than the Vatican

I’ve got more influence than the Holy Spirit

I’ve got more power than the President

The cognac in my glass has swiftly disappeared

And little Henry Kissinger is whispering in my ear

Rupert Murdoch is murder and he’s ready to leave

And Satan always said that he was scared of me

I’ve got more velvet than the Queen of England

I’ve got more gold than the Vatican

I’ve got more influence than the Holy Spirit

I’ve got more power than the President

Velvet Velvet Velvet & Gold

Step in the box and your sins are absolved

Velvet Velvet Velvet & Gold

Nothing can compare to the price on my soul

I'm a sap for self-mythology

Slowly dying under the pleasantries

And this narrow path keeps me strong

But what if all along I was truly wrong?