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A satellite dish shields my eyes

Reaching the heaven through a hole in the sky

Striking like iron at a thunderhead's heart

Burning its signal two worlds apart

False prophet's lies on my T.V. set

Taking advantage of the ignorant

Jesus needs money, Jesus needs cash

Preacher needs a paint job on his Cadillac

Fool the weak with promises

Cause their lives are a mess

Turn on Plug-in Jesus once again

A lame fat fuck with thick Christian hair

His spineless wife sitting near

God talks to him, so that's okay

For a hundred bucks you could join the crusade

Dodger Stadium filled with the blind

T.V. preachers -- a step below slime

The word is danger to describe his kind

Things get worse when he believes his own lies

Slick talking scumbag, vanish from sight

T.V. preachers are just obstructing the light

Monsters like them are more vulgar than sin

Turn on Plug-in Jesus once again