Hermes

Like many kids in this city
Ooh, you know my dad’s name
The most infamous absentee father
The king of the game
I would be a still nobody
Had he not taken a shine to me
Yeah, but I will not forget whence I came

I'm fast as a bullet
Zeus' favorite child
A little bit rough round the edges
A little bit wild
I want to give you what I have
Give you the freedom to run
To be good, to be sharp, to be fast
Like the bullet from a gun

[Instrumental]

So plucked from squalor I’ve risen
But I’m not sure of my climb
When you’ve seen both sides of the coin
Money loses its shine
And so just like Prometheus
I’ll be the one to deliver us
Yeah, I will not let my father win this time

I'm fast as a bullet
Zeus' favorite child
A little bit rough round the edges
A little bit wild
I want to give you what I have
Give you the freedom to run
To be good, to be sharp, to be fast
Like the bullet from a gun

So just like Prometheus
I’ll be the one to deliver us
Yeah, I will not let my father win
I will not let my father win
I will not let him win this time

I'm fast as a bullet
Zeus' favorite child
A little bit rough round the edges
A little bit wild
I want to give you what I have
Give you the freedom to run
To be good, to be sharp, to be fast
Like the bullet from a gun

To be good, to be sharp, to be fast
Like the bullet from a gun
Like the bullet from a gun
Like the bullet from a gun