Todd Rundgren - Word Made Flesh lyrics

s** my breast, I'm the word made flesh Ain't no rest for the word made flesh My lips are moving but I hear no sound It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround Tune yourself up and count yourself down Word made flesh, word made flesh Lord help me rise to this occasion Word made, word made flesh I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard Pay your debts to the word made flesh East meets west in the word made flesh I see you talking, but I still can't hear Like a box of gla** blocking off my ears Turn off the charm and prey on your fears Brainless pests for the word made flesh Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh