Feeblechrist Harbinger

Feeblechrist Harbinger, what do you seek,
a blanket at midnight, a bed for to sleep
A roof for to shelter you while you grow old,
Four walls to conceal you and shelter the cold

Of the Grand Illusion, it's sweeping the nation
on twelve cable stations, brought to you daily
by MTV, Pepsi, and Nike, it's silly
CNN and TNN and I can't foresee the end

Feeblechrist Harbinger, what do you seek,
if only to care for the sick and the weak
And mention my name when you speak to the king
For the sum of one dollar he owes me this thing

Called the Grand Illusion, it's sweeping the nation
on twelve cable stations, brought to you daily
by MTV, Pepsi, and Nike, it's silly
CNN and TNN and I can't foresee the end


Now picture a child with none to believe in
Then picture ten million, and look at our nation
Is it any wonder we've got crime and segregation
And violence, and hatred, When a 'United' nation
is the power of many in the hands of so few
the power of many in the hands of so few


Feeblechrist Harbinger, prophet of old,
can help you so little it's best you be told
That the fables of Evermore, they all rang untrue
And the crack in the bell comes from me and from you

And the Grand Illusion, it's sweeping the nation
on twelve cable stations Brought to you daily
by MTV, Pepsi, and Nike, it's silly
CNN and TNN and I can foresee the end


Feeblechrist Harbinger stares at the sun,
Father, Oh Father, oh what have we done
Your children are starved and the faithful but few
Father please tell me, Oh what can we do

About this Grand Illusion, it's sweeping the nation
on twelve cable stations Brought to you daily
by MTV, Pepsi, and Nike, it's silly
CNN and TNN and I can foresee the end


Picture a child whose hands are all empty,
with mud in his water, alone cold and dirty
Picture a child with none to believe in,
then picture ten million and look at our nation
Is it any wonder we've got crime and segregation,
violence and hatred, When the 'United' nations
is the power of many in the hands of so few
The power of many in the hands of so few


Feeblechrist Harbinger, weak and so cold,
don't worry my friend for you won't be so old
As when I return to you sometime from now,
and Need you not want
to ask why, when, or how