From the east side of Chicago

To the down side of L.A.

There's no place that he goes

We don't bow down to him and pray

Yeah we follow him to the slaughter

We go through the fire and ash

Cause he's the doll inside our dollars

Our Lord and Savior Jesus Cash

Chorus:



AH WE BLOW HIM UP

INFLATED

AND WE LET HIM DOWN

DEPRESSED

WE PLAY WITH HIM

FOREVER

HE'S OUR DOLL

AND WE LOVE HIM BEST



From the stress of New York City

To the death cults of D.C.

There's nothing quite so pretty

As what he offers to you and me

So we kneel down at the altar

Of the Church of the Bought and Sold

And pray the doll he does not falter

And makes us rich before we get old

Chorus repeats

From the side streets of New Orleans

To the dead beats by the bay

The chat rooms are all aæŠÅ'uzzin

With our wishes for the day

And the money changers come howlin

Through the temple of our needs

While the doll is out there prowlin

And holds the notes on all our dreams

chorus repeats