Take just a minute, stop and think for life
rode in the storm, but he, it's so sickly wise
does it appear to you as it does me?
things are too black and white to make God a dream

Open your head, let the dreams flood on in
[?] the gold, it's a natural thing
now that all the plastic has vanished from your mind
all of the trinkets are lost in the light

Well, maybe I may stop in the darkness
like a monster lay there, he looked just like a little baby
oh, the devil, the devil may care only when it's his neck that's trashing
oh, the ball, played it all, I, I think we're doing quite nicely

Caught myself there out the corner of my eye
trusted the Lord and all the strangers disguised
[?] and the charm as I threw out my smile
such lovely ivory if you make it all the wile, then

Oh, behold, in the great plastic palace in the sky
I saw God smiling down through his plastic eyeballs admiring
with all the gold that we have shared and sent to him holed up in the heavens
and we stuffed it all squarely inside the plastic asshole that he was bearing

Faith had always
been alarmed in here, I know I find a way
little boy, rage
in the morning rain, come back to find mother sliding