Dogma Religion Foam

Dogma Religion Foam

There's a few vigilantes
With their brains wound tight
And bright so slight
Friends of Doctor Parnassus - I presume
Out from the cold
Happy
Medicated
In dumbed-down gloom.

In white clinic room
Maybe they’re shaven
Creating hair
From Dogma Religion Foam.
I’m puttin on my psychic beacon
For the face in the clouds:-
Get him on the phone.