Dead Milkmen Belafonte's Inferno Letras:
He would sit in the class and dream
While the teacher lectured
Until the school bell would ring
He'd be President
Philosopher king

He was a dreamer, he was a creator
He would dream what he wished to be
He was a God, he was a creator
He fell in love with a mystery

He made up rock bands and TV stations
He invented the music
He invented the shows
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He would lie on his bed at night
Spinning records on his chest while he sang

I am your God, I am your creator
But you can do what you want to do
I am your God, I am your creator
You can love me or hate me
It's up to you

Then one night
Some people landed a spaceship
In his bedroom and he got in
They took him to the land that he created
And tied him to a tree and killed him

He was their God, He was their creator
To others that created them(?)
I am your God, I am your creator
Even loved the ones who hated him
Letras: Belafonte's Inferno Dead Milkmen [final]