He will always trust his own vision Could be a dangerous man He's guided by no one Attracted to the sound Of the interior voices He will not listen hard enough To any other man He gets a big warm sweet interior glowing He gets a grand elitist superior knowing This convinces us he's infallible - yeah By sheer force of will He leaves a deep impression Self-confidence persuades us that he is a saint Then we watch him tear apart another city Turns it to dust and ash A mighty nation's falling He downs another coffee And the feeling grows He's building monuments so high In his expanding mind He eats a six course dinner And hears the voice of the spirit This voice says "Well done my very good and faithful servant"