Does your soul crave centre stage?
Have you heard about the latest rage?
Read your Bible by lightning flash, get ordained at the thunder crash,
Build a kingdom with a cattle prod, tell the masses it's a message from God,
Where the innocent congregate, I manipulate.
Take your notebooks, turn with me to the chapter on authority,
Do you top the chain of command, rule your family with an iron hand?
I dispense little pills of power from my hideaway ivory tower,
From the cover of heaven's gate, I manipulate.
Now it's time to fill in the space where we talk about the woman's place,
Do you want to build a happy home? Have you sacrificed a mind of your own?
'Cause a good wife learns to cower underneath the umbrella of power,
From the cover of heaven's gate, I manipulate.
Yes, I know that parable: that's the story of the prodigal,
If you question what I'm teaching you, you rebel against the Father too,
If he loved him why'd he let him go? - Well, I guess I don't really know,
But I see it's getting late...
