Lincolns, Mercurys and Fords lyrics

Oh, yeah.

This one's just for fun.

I sat cold and lonely in front of my TV 

hopin' something warm and good 

would come and rescue me.

But you can't buy God's blessing,

it's gotta come from the heart.

So turn off that old RCA 

and let 'em try their luck with cars.

Let them sell Lincolns, Mercurys and Fords,

(Mercurys and Fords)

household cleansin' products 

by foot, door to door.

The insecure are preyed on 

every day and every night.

Please stop trying to find Jesus via satellite.

Well, Jimmy takes a ten spot, Oral takes a five.

You get faxed a letter, 

"Thanks for keeping God alive."

Oral's building condos 

and Jimmy's in Palm Springs

making love beneath the desert moon 

with a prostitute named Jean.

(Oh, my!)

Let them sell Lincolns, Mercurys and Fords,

(Mercurys and Fords).

Hey, yeah, household cleansin' products 

by foot, door to door.

Well, the insecure are preyed on 

every day and every night.

Please stop trying to find Jesus via satellite,

via satellite,

via satellite.

(Thank you all for comin', I need the money).