You may have a smooth grin
Your lies come out deadpan
Great communicator, mental masturbator,
spent decade vegetatin'

If you open up your heart
blood will gush right out
Your emotions are in your brain
not in replaceable chest spout

By chantin' the name of old TOR and you will see
it's worthless as chanting the name of any ole deity
When earthquakes or giant storms come from the sea
it's as helpful as if you spent your whole life chantin' Gumby

You need to cut a fart
All life needs to make gas
If you're an instigator or alligator
you're gonna get recycled

If you open up your heart
blood will gush right out
Charge gnomes in you chest rent
"cause they'll never help you out

By chantin' the name of old TOR and you will see
it's worthless as chanting the name of any ole deity
"God speed" or Lennon songs in space shuttles ain't worth a pee
when they go BOOM you're toast regardless of your theology

You do need some shelter
Reporters love helter skelter
Invest in Mardi Gras beads, not flood wall needs
and churches go a floatin'

If you open up your heart
there'll be a blood stream
Don't let the creeps con you
with their minds so freakin' mean

George sang, "Pope owns 51% of General Motors"
Harrison was pissed, he only owned 49% of GM stores
Chant Jehovah, Krishna, Allah, Satan or TOR
they're equally worthless to help you, that's for sure