Acid Ranch - Pictures From the Brainbox lyrics

Grandma's connected to a black and white Push bu*ton brainbox Donate your dollars to the logical scholars Of the radiated smile And radiation k**s She takes the little yellow pills That make her sleep Suspended animation - yeah Total degradation - yeah And auto-medication - yeah Slowdown - speed up The club down the street With no signs that compete With cold streets tomorrow We're on our way from earth Can't fix the plumbing No second coming See you next week, baby They'll be out in the streets, oh yeah Looking for anyone to eat, oh yeah They'll take the logical mask of defeat, oh yeah They're dying to see Jesus Fat greedy ba*tards sit in beautiful mansions Combing their ransoms, man For the sum of gold saved Whilst building the coolest of graves Puppet-headed conscious police Saviors of the weak Masters of the donkey and carrot Perfectionists of dog and bone Get them in their homes The hordes of Christian clones "We know no other vehicle" Save the keeper of the aquarium But electronic John the Baptist And a much more comfortable ride When we come to place, yeah We'll all go together Has anyone died? Come back with your mind fried?