Lyrics:

We are building a religion, We are building it bigger We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes We are building a religion. A limited edition We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains To resist it is useless, It is useless to resist it His cigerratte is burning but it never seems to ash He is grooming his poodle He is living comfort eagle You can meet at his location but you'd better come with cash Now his hat is on backwards. He can show you his tattoos He is in the music buisness he is calling you 'DUDE!' Now today is tomorrow and tomorrow's today And yesterday is weaving in and out And the fluffy white lines that the airplane leaves behind Are drifting right in front of the waning of the moon He is handling the money. He's serving the food He knows about your party. He is calling you 'DUDE!' Now, do you believe in the one big sign? The double wide shine on the boot hills of your prime Doesn't matter if you're skinny. Doesn't matter if you're fat. You can dress up like a sultan in your onion-head hat We are bulding a religion. We are making a brand We're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand Take a bit of this apple, Mr. Corporate Events Take a walk through the jungle of cardboard shanties and tents Some people drink pepsi. Some people drink coke. (coke) The wacky morning d.j. says democracy's a joke. He says now, 'Do you believe in the one big song?' He's now accepting callers who would like to sing along He says, 'Do you believe in the one true edge?' By fastening your saftey belts and stepping towards the ledge He is handling the money. He is serving the food. He is now accept