Power drives men mad, turns 'em into k**ers
Power is a golden throne atop a bloody pillar
And it really gets 'em going they get dirt on their hands
Do it right out in the open man they love that jam
Money, oh how it sweats 'em, like a junky runaway
There's nothing they can do about it, they all just born that way
They get whipped into a frenzy when they smell the blood
Ain't no two ways about it, that's what they love
You know what their man jam is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their true name is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their man jam is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their true name is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their man jam is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their true name is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their man jam is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!
You know what their true name is?
Chaos, destruction, and war!