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