(R. Pollard, J. Pollard, Mitchell)



Grandma's connected to a black and white

Push button brainbox

Donate your dollars to the logical scholars

Of the radiated smile

And radiation kills

She takes the little yellow pills

That make her sleep



Suspended animation - yeah

Total degradation - yeah

And auto-medication - yeah



Slowdown - speed up

The club down the street

With no signs that compete

With cold streets tomorrow

We're on our way from earth

Can't fix the plumbing

No second coming

See you next week, baby

They'll be out in the streets, oh yeah

Looking for anyone to eat, oh yeah

They'll take the logical mask of defeat, oh yeah

They're dying to see Jesus



Fat greedy bastards sit in beautiful mansions

Combing their ransoms, man

For the sum of gold saved

Whilst building the coolest of graves

Puppet-headed conscious police

Saviors of the weak

Masters of the donkey and carrot

Perfectionists of dog and bone

Get them in their homes

The hordes of Christian clones

"We know no other vehicle"

Save the keeper of the aquarium

But electronic John the Baptist

And a much more comfortable ride

When we come to place, yeah!

We'll all go together

Has anyone died?

Come back with your mind fried?