Television Jesus

[deadpie]

I remember the time I was crucified to the television set
With my satellite head and my hands running crimson red
Coiled to the antenna and wrapped around with wires
I died for a couch potato's remote control desire

Preaching prolonged sermons on the news
Miracles first seen on the scoop
Billboards showing my pretty fucking face
And advertise the holy french fries
Until everyone gets fat and bloated then fucking dies
Coins over our eyes and with my father up in the sky
Don't worry about how selfish you are
With your kids all beaten and leaving scars

Saving the masochistic Lazarus
Lies carving deep as a slit of the wrist
We could get wasted and turn water into wine
Why resurrect a mortal when he'll still die
All a bunch of lies that seem so divine

You will need and I will bring
The last meal at Burger King