Here comes another god
Like a buffalo thunder
With a smell of sugar
And a velvet tongue
And designer voodoo
But I got phone sex to see me through the emptiness in my 501s
Freeze-dried with a new religion
And my teeth stuffed back in my head
I get my kicks on Channel Six
The light it burns my eyes
And I feel so dirty
Here comes Christ on crutches
Underworld - "Dirty Epic"
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