Thank Heaven For Push Button Phones

Streams of ectoplasm pour from mouth

Stare at effigy of Jesus Christ

Blood starts to pour from its festering wounds

Throw me throw me throw me around the room

Felt, felt like bones being torn apart

The old marshmallow in the moneybox trick

Saw a face, not a face, a face behind

A face behind a mask of plastic flowers

Nine bone cheeks, acid bath, on railway tracks

Raise - a - razor blade pie

You should say I'd never imagine anything until I experience it

Now I never wanna experience anything I can't imagine

Never wanna get down on bleeding disasters

Let it stick lust lick dust stick bile and bones

Then I saw it in front of me a monument to technology

THANK HEAVENS FOR PUSH BUTTON PHONES

(THANK HEAVENS! THANK HEAVENS!)

I cried from the house of Jesus

I gotta face like a bag of bones

Gotta race like a can of worms

Not a trace of a crown of thorns

Not a race of super-clones

The air, the air in here is full of extension phones

The air in here is full of extension phones

'Cos there's a rented phone to hang your head

And there's gon' be some confrontations around here

-THANK YOU LORD FOR PUSH BUTTON PHONES-