Streams of ectoplasm pour from mouth
Stare at effigy of Jesus Christ
Blood starts to pour from its festering wounds
Throw me throw me throw me around the room
Felt, felt like bones being torn apart
The old marshmallow in the moneybox trick
Saw a face, not a face, a face behind
A face behind a mask of plastic flowers
Nine bone cheeks, acid bath, on railway tracks
Raise - a - razor blade pie
You should say I'd never imagine anything until I experience it
Now I never wanna experience anything I can't imagine
Never wanna get down on bleeding disasters
Let it stick lust lick dust stick bile and bones
Then I saw it in front of me a monument to technology
THANK HEAVENS FOR PUSH bu*tON PHONES
(THANK HEAVENS! THANK HEAVENS!)
I cried from the house of Jesus
I gotta face like a bag of bones
Gotta race like a can of worms
Not a trace of a crown of thorns
Not a race of super-clones
The air, the air in here is full of extension phones
The air in here is full of extension phones
'Cos there's a rented phone to hang your head
And there's gon' be some confrontations around here
-THANK YOU LORD FOR PUSH bu*tON PHONES-