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