Burl Ives - The Deceiver You are the power and the glory You are the weakness in defeat Like the rise and the fall of the British EMpire You make me sick with your conceit You are the weakness You are the sickness that's in my soul You are you are you are the maker You are called greed and you're cheat You are you are you are the deceiver You are not welcome in my life You are the maker of illusions You break up every dream we've ever made And as I rise up from the ashes You raise your ugly head you have no shame Too long you have lain there Too far too long too strong I will break you hold You are you are you are the maker You are called greed and you're a cheat You are you are you are the deceiver You are not welcome in my life You sow the seeds of our destruction You break up everything we've done You hold you hands out for forgiveness You bite the hands the hands that feed You are the weakness You are the sickness that's in my soul You are you are you are the maker You are called greed and you're a cheat You are you are you are the deceiver You are not welcome in my life