Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste. I've been around for a long, long year and stole many a man's soul and faith.

I was 'round when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain; made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.

I stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change, killed the Czar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain.

I rode a tank and held a general's rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank and watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the Gods they made. I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all it was you and me.

Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste and I laid traps for troubadours who get killed before they reached Bombay. Just as every 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, ha