There was a landmark man
with a face like a happy god
Changed robes on the road
on the way to the seminar
He was the eldest son of a millionaire
Lost his money but he kept his hair
He found power and peace in the TV lenses
Live studio audiences
Wear Your Best
Like an unemployed televangelist
One book is all you ever read
What you gonna do next
She was the kind of girl
that a rich old man marries
Bought from a mall
in a town like molasses
he had to cover the cost of her capture
Make a buck before the rapture
But he promised her a piece of the TV lens
and live studio audiences
Wear Your Best
Place a call to your psychic friend
One book is all you ever read
And it's all you're gonna need
Fifteen minutes and you get to rest
Wear Your Best
'Cause he's gonna run for president
He's got a vision in his head
Healthy heart in his war chest
Memorize the lines and wear you best
They say the future wife hides
amongst the autograph hounds
Concelaing her weapon
in a mourning dress evening gown
He's got a new suit and a message to sell
Sex and violence and hell
He says he sees the earth as ticking clock
Being raped by the corporate cock
And it's just as well
Wear Your Best
Unemployed televangelist
One book is all you ever read
What are you gonna do next
Angel with a mullet and his hand outstretched
Fiftenn minutes and you get to rest
memorize the lines that wear the best