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 falling.

He gets a big, warm, sweet, interior glowing,
He gets a grand, elitist, superior knowing,
This convinces us he's infallible, yeah.

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."

He gets a big, warm, sweet, interior glowing,
He gets a grand, elitist, superior knowing,
This convinces us he's infallible,
He gets a big, warm, sweet, interior glowing,
He gets a grand, elitist, superior knowing,
He gets a big, warm, sweet, interior glowing,
He gets a big, warm, sweet, interior glowing, yeah