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