We’ve got so many lists to bank
There’s too much, too many to even try to thank
We’ll write books to save automatics
To make two shows Murdoch sells Coke to France

Let’s block data entry
Let’s give our hard-earned dime to God-TV
To tell us that ‘THIS’ is reality
True faith, true fear and truth in falsity

Let’s black data entry
Let’s give our hard-earned dime to God-TV
To give us reasons why we’re living
When everything we live for, this time next century
Will be six feet under the sea
But I don’t care ‘cos I won’t be there, baby