k** The Client - Primetime Dogma lyrics

Fifty-five inches of heavenly delight A sick god on an altar All hail the mighty television Technologically advanced Civilization put to sleep by 200 channels of sh** and fear Bask in its truth and knowledge For its heavenly light shows us The way to salvation What to buy How to sell We're saved You're f** Clicking and roaming like sheep Looking for their shepherds Beamed direct to the ma**es Live via satellite