Powdered heaven dressed in plastic
Pulled the shades down on his eye
Pinprick pupils soaring skywards
Offer him no alibis
But then, who needs them? He's quite perfect
Perfect body, perfect teeth
That flash sublime and blind the kids
Who spread their legs for their belief
Who cross themselves at the drop of a parable
Who scream they're saved when they've touched his jeans
Who swear his wisdom's just infallible
And beg for mercy in his dreams
Another day. another sermon
Broken bread, forgotten lines
A line for comfort keeps him human
The needle trembles, band on tight
Another little perforation
Ventilates him and paints him white
A wordless song, a prayer to no one
But still he whistles through the night
They found him on his throne of porcelain
A rusty chain draped 'round his neck
Incapable. Incoherent
His eyes switched off but a king no less!
The jury all wore black chewed razors
Witnesses were D.O.A.
O.D'd, amoral, senses skewered
Dribbling lies and tooth decay
They declared his guilt. The defence said nothing
Sobbing as the judge turned blue
And washed his hands and said "Lord forgive us
For we know not what we do..."
"Drown in your soma bath!" they said
"Drown in your soma bath!
What are we gonna do with you?
Let the punishment fit the crime!
We have the technology
We got the instruments.
Down!
Down in your soma bath..."