["Before settling down in your easy chair to listen to this album, may we make a suggestion? Take your phone off the hook. Someone might call during the next half-hour or so and interrupt your fun."]
I promise you a safety guaranteed by aeroplanes,
by boats and tanks and bombs and guns
Well, it don't work too well, but you're too busy to complain
I promise you a progress guaranteed by corporate greed,
by profit, gain and the bottom line
It might work for some, but then again, it kills the rest
I promise you salvation guaranteed by God above,
by donations to the pockets of the saved
It might not work at all, but we don't really know for sure,
I promise you a life of cigarettes and cocaine,
vacations, girls, sun and wine
It's a fantasy that sells, but your reality stays the same
1 | Calling from the Lord |
2 | If you love her, buy her a gun |
3 | Government cheque |
4 | Biff bang pow |
5 | About to drown |
6 | Sucked into Drugland |
7 | We love you, Tipper Gore |
8 | Nobody to vote for |