We create our likenesses
Our protege's
Our destroyers, as well
Unaware of what crisis is
The status quo has
Our mortal soul to sell
Smile big for the camera
Gonna' cash in someday
Move up high on the hill
From my luxury manor
You will hear what I say
Now take the magic pill
Soul ripe, precious, for sale
Here's your ticket to rendezvous
C'mon lottery, wag my tail
Fall in line, like dead men do
C'mon six little numbers
