He'll chase away the skeletons harboured in your Christian closets   Salutations to a passenger of guilty trips   Of guilty trips well travelled   Well travelled and travelling   Thoughts of glory holes   Of angel kisses   Of golden showers   All cured by a holy bottle of H2O      So shock me Peter   This is the day   For this unruly soul to make its getaway   Shock me Peter   Clear the way   You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say   Get away      A diluted broth of plastic pop songs birthed of sunlight and toxic glitter   Fed unto the wanting spoonfuls of formaldehyde laced with a pinch of ginger   And the midnight people banished by oil-slickened productions      My zombie honey, do you realise what you've done?   Your loneliness is killing us   Ruled and ruling   Beckoned by the beckoning      So shock me Peter   This is the day   For this unruly soul to make its getaway   Shock me Peter   Clear the way   You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say   Get away      Get away from your golden arches   Your pre-packaged prophets designed to conduct your choreographed lives   Morals for immortality   Quarrels for brutality   Blank stares and stifling yawns all fed to the broken masses      Wash it all away      Angry egos and holy placebos will cast away the rotting   With your Hollywood gods all built on a mountain of recycled flesh   Dead eyes fashioned with wide smiles   It's hard to stay beautiful without the tender touch of a scalpel's knife      Tell me your stories   Tell me your glories   Tell me your light and I'll tell you my dark      So shock me Peter   This is the day   For this unruly soul to make its getaway   Shock me Peter   Clear the way   You're selling lies but it's enough to make me say   Get away