Knees on the ground in religious fashion But the man you worship is not a saint False prophecy Somewhere between the pew and the fire Is denim-covered ignorance with A touch of malice Four letters in place of four crossed lines One look tells me everything Recited rhetoric and borrowed bigotry One look tells me everything Pull your red hat over your eyes You can't save face this time A walking satire of my home A leech on every thing that's gold A leech on A leech on every thing that's gold Before you lay down tonight TV dinner in the TV light I just want you to know Everything you believe was created behind a desk Everything you love was a draft on a crumpled note Everything you are is a shell of other people Somewhere between the pew and the fire One look tells me everything