The Prophet

The prophet came from somewhere, behind the TV screen

To plunder lands of plenty, with teeth so white and clean

Create a new religion and dumb the masses down

Bite the hand that feeds you

Spread the bland around

Can't you mute the sound?

Through Saturday night wasteland

You spread like a disease

Sweeping all before you

Til the world was on its knees

Down on its knees

Turn off the TV please

Selling dreams that no one can keep

How do you sleep? How do you sleep?

Running magic into the ground

Year after year

Tearing it down

The prophet came from somewhere

Behind the TV screen

To plunder lands of plenty

And teeth so white & clean

Regal, like a queen

You don't love the language you speak

It's just shit at the wall

And laugh at the freaks

With a front that beggars belief

You smile and you wave and they fall a

Your feet