Nite-Glo Jesus

son, what is a war crime
under the umbrella of no leeway
shining nuclear winter
or thinking normalised, dotted lines

lord of the lard, bury me under
yeah, drop me a megaton

hey, how real is a world
modelled after a real world tv show
try canned applause
when fanfares play [and] tanks roll out

say, what if the plan was made
in the mind of a late bird
downsizing the worms
shares the migraine, drops the ball

phoenix made of stainless steel
turbo-charged machine god
nite-glo Jesus
I adore you

heavenly kingdom of have-nots
yeah, screw me like Solomon

phoenix made of stainless steel
turbo-charged machine god
nite-glo Jesus
glow endlessly [for me]