Lyrics Undercover - Single Mothers

Undercover

I’ve got a rock & roll apartment
Man
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 silly 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 unplugged all the cables
Man
But the preaching still persisted
It was laid out like a bouquet
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
It’s 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 ordinance and
Speculative economics
Laid out in the back seat scene
With nothing but the gutter 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
When you’re full of hate
Well I guess
Jesus saves