streams of ectoplasm pour from mouth   stare at an effigy of jesus christ   blood starts to pour from its festering wounds   throw me throw me throw me around the room      felt like bones being torn apart   the old marshmallow in the moneybox trick   saw a face, not a face, a face behind   a face behind a mask of plastic flowers   nine bone cheeks, acid bath, on railway tracks   raise - a - razor blade pie   thought i'd never imagine anything until i experience it   now i never wanna experience anything i can't imagine   never wanna get down on bleeding disasters   let it stick lust lick dust stick bile and bones   then i saw it in front of me   a monument to technology   THANK HEAVENS FOR PUSH BUTTON PHONES      (THANK HEAVENS! THANK HEAVENS!)      i cried from the house of jesus   i gotta face like a bag of bones   gotta race like a can of worms   not a trace of a crown of thorns   not a race like super-clones   but the air in here is full of extension phones   the air in here is full of extension phones   cos theres a rented phone to hang your head   and theres a million confrontations around here      THANK YOU LORD FOR PUSH BUTTON PHONES