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Track: Kiss Me, Son of God
Artist: They Might Be Giants
Album: Lincoln

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Alternative/indie rock band that was formed in 1982. The band was started by [a=John Linnell] and [a=John Flansburgh], who are still the band's only official members. They were initially accompanied by a drum machine before employing a backing band in 1992. Current backing band members: [url=https://www.discogs.com/artist/397707-Dan-Miller-2]Dan Miller[/url] (guitar since 1998) [a=Danny Weinkauf] (bass since 1998) [a=Marty Beller] (drums since 2003) Former backing band members (years are approximate): [url=https://www.discogs.com/artist/4949509-Brian-Doherty-4]Brian Doherty[/url] (drums, 1993-1996) [a=Dan Hickey] (drums, 1997-2003) [a=Eric Schermerhorn] (guitar, 1996-1998) [a=Graham Maby] (bass, 1994-1997) [a=Hal Cragin] (bass, 1997-1998) [a=Jay Sherman-Godfrey] (guitar, 1993-1996) [a=Jonathan Feinberg] (drums, 1992) [a=Kurt Hoffman] (keyboard and woodwinds, 1992-1994) [a=Tony Maimone] (bass, 1992-1993, 1998-2001)

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Release: They Might Be Giants - (She Was A) Hotel Detective
Year: 1988
Genres: Rock, Non-Music
Styles: Alternative Rock

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LYRICS

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"

I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me

I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"