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!