Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste.I've been around for a long, long years. Stole many a man's soul and faith.I was around when Jesus Christ had his moment of doubt and pain.I made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed his fate.I snuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was the time for a change.I killed a czar and his ministers. Anastasia screamed in vain.I rode a tank, held a general's rank, when the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.I watched with glee while your kings and queens fought for ten decades for the gods they made.I shouted out, who killed the Kennedys, when after all it was you and me.So let me please introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste.And I lay traps for troubadours who get killed before they reach Bombay.Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name. But what's confusing you is the nature of my game.Just as every cop is a criminal, and all the sinners are saints,There's heads, there's tails, just call me Lucifer.Cause I'm in need of some restraint. So if you meet this, have some courtesy.Have some sympathy and some taste.Use how you will, learn to politicise. Or I'll lay your soul to waste. How?