I'm the slime; 21st century green machine

Slick as the wheels on my 59 Chevy

Find me through endless trails of grease

Like a slug in the night on your kitchen floor

Or through the soapy white grin you can see for miles

And the buldging fat waste while I'm out on the tiles

I can take more than I give cos in 'his' name anything's justified

And everything you can spare will return... you won't be denied

Praise be through the TV station

Praise be across the nation

No more darkness no more night

A pocket full of dollars and I saw the light