Here I am, here I am,
No fame, no fortune, only palm in hand,
Well, fame is lust to be loved,
And fortune: to live off the fat of the land,
Look at these hands, look at these hands.

I am here now,
I'm poise to destroy and conquer, and conquer and to destroy,
Losing lady luck and loving my lady's glance,
Look at my stance, look at my stance.

America, America, the maker of who I am,
No glitter, no glam,
America, America, with hemlock in hand, let me be who I am.

So here I stand, here I stand,
So much more than the shell of a man,
I want everything and eternal life,
Glorious end to this, my glorious life.