Undercover

I've got a rock & roll apartment, yeah

Just four walls and a door

And a couple posters on those walls

From the guy who lived here before

And sometimes I wonder if he got out

And started living his stupid dream

Or if he finally hit rock bottom or is just

Tipping the scales like me

While I don't need much to feel successful

I'm good if I just survive the week

Heaven sent us signals through our satellite

Televisions

So we unhooked all the cables

But the preaching still persisted

It was laid out like a bouquet

Or a pixelated vision

It read

Love and religion, you built them up like prisons

You idiots

Casually confined

To some parasite's paradise

Pull me through this life time

Hold me like a nice guy

Well, Hell it has it's trophies

Yeah its warriors and it's saints

Who have spent more than an eternity

Trying to define and sell you pain

So we tune into talk radio

Pretend that we are learning

While the records that we love stay in their

Sleeves instead of turning

And my soul begins to cringe and hinge

Itself on the revolving door

Of CBC middle class absolvance and

Speculative economics

Laid out in the back seat scene

I've got nothing but the gutter and tires

Between the world and me

Crack a window, darling

Casually confined

To some parasite's paradise

Pull me through this life time

Hold me like a nice guy

Blind-sided by your blind faith

Had to bite my tongue 'till we could

Get away

Under the cover of those star spangled states

Well you're full of hate

But I guess

Jesus saves