Televangeli$t$ by EBONY TUSKS Lyrics
Pardon the providence, I'm a partner to profit
I am a propagandist in the corner with wads in his wallet
What a time to have existed in popular conscience
Flip a coin, flippant comments, the coppin' of dollars
It's capital, trust, we traffic abandon in hooks
Ingest contaminants and dabble in Babylon's brook
A law of averages in tandem with adamant crooks
Who'd dare suggest you kiss the ring and command you to look
Keep talking petty crimes and we'll enforce measures
We got a code for parasites that can't afford lessons
Of what entails the sacrifice of kings who hold scepters
And choose to nod and smile politely at you court jesters
Pity the poser and his inobservance
Who lives to speak, in his compulsion, what his fists interpret
Now I suggest that you retract whatever hits the surface
Hide your feelings behind a mask like an embittered surgeon
Missing persons, black placebos in Buick Regals
Hallelujahs, tabernacles and crooked steeples
The pulpiteer took advantage and saw a fool's upheaval
A congregation in panic and not a clue between 'em
Same wolf in loafers in lambs' wool
Fully composed in a portrait over the mantle
A shattered dream on the floor collected in vacuums
Your wife in disbelief as your father somberly asked you
About the human nature that defiled a moment
The fingerprint that bore a stain on this divine appointment
And whether you intend to disappear behind a fortress
Or call assembly for a final televised performance
But first- another song from our beloved choir
Total silence from the ones with whom I co-conspire
Whoever thought that heaven's gate would be this close to fire
Check the grinnin' deacon overjoyed at his supposed arrival
I am a propagandist in the corner with wads in his wallet
What a time to have existed in popular conscience
Flip a coin, flippant comments, the coppin' of dollars
It's capital, trust, we traffic abandon in hooks
Ingest contaminants and dabble in Babylon's brook
A law of averages in tandem with adamant crooks
Who'd dare suggest you kiss the ring and command you to look
Keep talking petty crimes and we'll enforce measures
We got a code for parasites that can't afford lessons
Of what entails the sacrifice of kings who hold scepters
And choose to nod and smile politely at you court jesters
Pity the poser and his inobservance
Who lives to speak, in his compulsion, what his fists interpret
Now I suggest that you retract whatever hits the surface
Hide your feelings behind a mask like an embittered surgeon
Missing persons, black placebos in Buick Regals
Hallelujahs, tabernacles and crooked steeples
The pulpiteer took advantage and saw a fool's upheaval
A congregation in panic and not a clue between 'em
Same wolf in loafers in lambs' wool
Fully composed in a portrait over the mantle
A shattered dream on the floor collected in vacuums
Your wife in disbelief as your father somberly asked you
About the human nature that defiled a moment
The fingerprint that bore a stain on this divine appointment
And whether you intend to disappear behind a fortress
Or call assembly for a final televised performance
But first- another song from our beloved choir
Total silence from the ones with whom I co-conspire
Whoever thought that heaven's gate would be this close to fire
Check the grinnin' deacon overjoyed at his supposed arrival