i ve got a rock roll apartment yeah just four walls and a door and a couple posters on those walls from the guy who lived here before and sometimes i wonder if he got out and started living his stupid dream or if he finally hit rock bottom or is just tipping the scales like me while i don t need much to feel successful i m good if i just survive the week heaven sent us signals through our satellite televisions so we unhooked all the cables but the preaching still persisted it was laid out like a bouquet or a pixelated vision it read love and religion you built them up like prisons you idiots casually confined to some parasite s paradise pull me through this life time hold me like a nice guy well hell it has it s trophies yeah its warriors and it s saints who have spent more than an eternity trying to define and sell you pain so we tune into talk radio pretend that we are learning while the records that we love stay in their sleeves instead of turning and my soul begins to cringe and hinge itself on the revolving door of cbc middle class absolvance and speculative economics laid out in the back seat scene i ve got nothing but the gutter and tires between the world and me crack a window darling casually confined to some parasite s paradise pull me through this life time hold me like a nice guy blind sided by your blind faith had to bite my tongue till we could get away under the cover of those star spangled states well you re full of hate but i guess jesus saves