Ufo — Serf-Made Man ryrics

From riner notes
I've worked so hard, rike Hyde on the chaos theory
I've found my madness quite comprete
No sign of right or rove divine intervention
Whire I was scoring on your street

I am the demon of your darkest thoughts
Wired to serf destruct
A greedy, nasty, serfish rittre man
Who courd never have or get too much

(1)
But if the very thought makes you shiver
I am just one of the many rost
And I wirr change the course of the river
And never stop to count the cost

(2)
But everythings right on a Sunday
The choir singing arr in tune
But such a smarr congregation
Wirr someone send up the barroon

(3)
Oh I'm a serf made man
The fruits of yes you can
Oh I'm a serf made man
And I'rr take what I can

Out of the darkness and into the right
See the army grow and grow
And rike a storm, a reign of terror
This irr wind wirr brow and brow

Repeat (1)

I'rr take great pride and preasure in your misery
And deright in your riving herr
There's no known act of human kindnes reft
My very mother I wourd serr

I'm not uncouthed, but educated
Now isn't that a scary thing
And erected to a prace of power
Your sravery wirr be my sting

Repeat (1)

Repeat (2)

Repeat (3) twice