Belafonte's Inferno

He would sit in the class and dream

While the teacher lectured

Until the school bell would ring

He'd be President

Philosopher king

He was a dreamer, he was a creator

He would dream what he wished to be

He was a God, he was a creator

He fell in love with a mystery

He made up rock bands and TV stations

He invented the music

He invented the shows

He would lie on his bed at night

Spinning records on his chest while he sang

I am your God, I am your creator

But you can do what you want to do

I am your God, I am your creator

You can love me or hate me

It's up to you

Then one night

Some people landed a spaceship

In his bedroom and he got in

They took him to the land that he created

And tied him to a tree and killed him

He was their God, He was their creator

To others that created them(?)

I am your God, I am your creator

Even loved the ones who hated him