We are building a religion.

I had a freaky-ass dream last night and it got me thinking. This song's got nothing really to do with that, but have a lark and a listen. I know my updates have been scarce lately. I promise to get back on it (haha) after exam season's over. Time to go duel some monsters.

We are building a religion: we are building it bigger.
We are widening the corridors, and adding more lanes.
We are building a religion: a limited edition.
We are now accepting callers, for the pendant key chains.

To resist it is useless; it is useless to resist it.
His cigarette is burning, hut he never seems to ash.
He is grooming his poodle. He is living comfort eagle.
You can meet at his location, but you better come with cash.

Now his hat is on backwards. He can show you his tattoos.
He is in the music business. He is calling you "Dude!"

Now "today" is tomorrow, and "tomorrow" today.
And yesterday is weaving in and out.
And the filthy white lines that the airplane leaves behind,
Are drifting right in front of the waining of the moon.

He is handling the money. He's serving the food.
He knows about your party. He is calling you "Dude!"

Now do you believe in the one big sign?
The doublewide shine on the boot-heels of your prime?

Doesn't matter if you're skinny. Doesn't matter if you're fat.
You can dress up like a sultan in your onion-head hat.

We are building a religion: we are making a brand.
We're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand.
Take a bite of this apple, Mr. Corporate Events.
Take a walk through the jungle of cardboard shanties and tents.

Some people drink Pepsi. Some people drink Coke.
The wacky morning deejay says, "Democracy's a joke!"
He says, "Now do you believe in the one big song?"
He's now accepting callers who would like to sing along.

She says, "Do you believe in the one true edge,
By fastening your safety belts and stepping towards the ledge?"
He is handling the money. He is serving the food.
He is now accepting callers. He is calling me "Dude!"

Now do you believe in the one big sign?
The doublewide shine on the boot-heels of your prime?

There's no need to ask directions if you ever lose your mind.
We're behind you, we're behind you, and let us please remind you:
We can send a car to find you, if you ever lose your way.
- Cake, Comfort Eagle