Idle Worship

[Verse 1]
Adam and Eve are Latin names
Muhammad Ali is Cassius Clay
The body turns to ashes when we pass away
Save the acting for the matinee
Now Warhol made soup cans
My pops made a living off using his two hands
We need Old Dirty Bastard picking up food stamps
In front of the MTV news vans
Never smiled in my kid pictures
At 17, I thought that I was Sid Vicious
Mother was a bartender, Jesus was a carpenter
These are images that stick with and imprint us
Georgie chopped cherry trees
And Sylvia Plath got a zap of electroshock therapy
You want me to leave? You're gonna have to carry me
Out to the back where you bury me

[Hook]
Well you heard it on the radio
And you seen it on the TV shows
Could stream it off the internet
Over and over 'till you're sick of it
You can watch it on the videos
You can see it on the TV shows
Beaming off the satellites
Just to keep your asses satisfied

[Verse 2]
After this news break, we'll show you a new way to lose weight
A new flavor Kool-aid, a new whiter toothpaste
A man with a bomb in his suitcase
On Tuesday who threatened to blow up the moon's face (Boom)
Are you in entertainment? Who's your agent? You'll be famous
What's your name? I could see it in the papers
Are you an artist? You got some guitar riffs?
You fish from the stream of collective unconscience?
There was an importance to all of this horseshit
A meal in the oven, the light on the porch
It's something you're born with, distorted and corporate
A morbid assortment of whorish endorsements
I just wanna care again, the arrogant comparisons
Who you are, where you been, and are you going there again?
Just some punk chump jumping up and away
Or are you one of us who's coming up with something to say?

[Hook]
Well you heard it on the radio
And you seen it on the TV shows
Could stream it off the internet
Over and over 'till you're sick of it
You can watch it on the videos
You can see it on the TV shows
Beaming off the satellites
Just to keep your asses satisfied