Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for long long years. Stolen many a many's soul and faith.
I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain. I made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.
Pleased to meet you, hope yuo guess my name. But what's puzzling you is just the nature of my game.
I stuck around St Petersburg when it was time for a change. I killed the tzar and his ministers. Anastasia screamned in vain.
I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.
I watched with glee while you kings and queens fought for ten decades. For the gods they made. I shouted out who killed the Kennedy's. When after all it was you and me.
So let me, please, introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste. And I lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay.
Just as ev'ry cop is a criminal and all the sinners saints. As heads is tails, just call me lucifer, cause I'm in need of some restraint.
So if you meet me, have some courtesy. Have some sympahthy and some taste. Use all your well learned politesse. Or I'll lay your soul waste.
