Alfredo and the Afterlife

Lyrics for Alfredo and the Afterlife

Oh my god, they're wide-eyed and willing You could send my flock from here to Heaven We'll fly in style, while we make a killing And revel in the dust TV screens and wholesale monopoly You'll pay your way towards absolution Rent-A-God, we'll send you the acolytes Pitchfork, book and all Yes, all we do is just a little bit of magic Getting something else than all these miserable surroundings Now please don't touch that dial I'm here to promise you an afterlife, Alfredo! A seat with God! Man, you'll be rolling in the money All the little hopes and dreams that you've acquired They weigh you down and now you're burning in the fire Drink the punch! Weigh it and hold it like a holy chalice for the mass begotten You needed love but never could find it with your mindless drool on the TV-screen Yes, all we do is just a little bit of magic Getting something else than all these miserable surroundings Now please don't touch that dial I'm here to promise you an afterlife, Alfredo! A seat with God! Man, you'll be rolling in the money All the little hopes and dreams that you've acquired They weigh you down and now you're burning in the fire Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Now you're burning in the fire