Lying in bed last Sunday night
I couldn't sleep
Turned on the television
Pushed up the window
That's when things got deep
In jumped a man with a big black robe
Official hat on his head
He said,"Son I'm this week's chief of police
And your rights have just been read."
I said, "I see your point,
But that outfit is somewhat odd."
He said, "Knock off the sass,
I just picked-up your ass, I'm with the
Firing Squad for God."
Down at the precinct four behind a padlocked door
I had a crazy notion to holler:
"So you're the head of police, sir,
Who looks like a preacher
And might this be a clerical collar?"
On the cellblock wall, the T.V.'s all
Were tuned to the very same station
In the cathode rays a charismatic gaze
Began my interrogation
It was the Firing Squad for God
He said, "Listen up, Boy, I'm calling the shots
For You-Know-Who upstairs.
You been breaking every rule
And thinking like a fool
That He and I ain't awares.
I got eighty-five channels of endless talk
It's just enough to make you squawk
I got eighty-five channels of endless stuff
and eighty-five channels ain't nearly Enough!"
YesSir.
(Tongue-speaking)
He was heeding the call, so I jumped through the wall
That was nothing but a cheap facade
And I found myself on the Hollywood set
Of The Firing Squad for God
They needed someone who was good for hatin'
They cast me in the part of a small-time Satan
The Chief don't like me, but he likes the ratings
If Neewsweek calls, say I'm in a meeting!
Same time, same place every week
The latest episode
Fifty million strong can't be wrong
The Firing Squad for God
(Tongue-speaking)
