JESUS OF AMERICA

I want to be praised by all.
The Jesus of America.
I sang some songs, yes, and that is all,
I did to get the gold.
Doesn't take no writing skills.
"Cos they're written by professionals.
And that show is full
Of people of extremely long widths.

And the people scream and shout.
This is what it's all about
And show biz isn't that hard
Despite all that I thought.

"Show puts ideas in kids.
That you too can be famous
By singing songs, written by someone
Sitting in their basements at home.
You and your friends all make a bet.
Who will win record contract?
Who will it be?
We'll just have to see.
Maybe it will be that kelly.

And the people scream and shout.
This is what it's all about
And show biz isn't that hard
Despite all that I thought.

Ooooh Oooh

I DON'T WANT THIS, MAN

I've been singing since my birth
And that means a lot
Think I'll use that knowledge to get a job
I am just a normal guy
I'll go and get an audition
It's all the same
But I just happened to go and beat the game
I'm going to primetime.

Wish I were in bed
But instead I'm singing the "Proud Mary"
I auditioned on a dare.
Did I lose my head?
Why did I even try out anyway?
About this show, I don't care.

I see people happy that they can sing well
And if they happen to win, well that's just swell.
"I don't want to," I confess.
They tried to convince,
But I only stayed firm,
And told them to find someone else to show to the world.
And I would really care less.

I don't want this, man.
Although it would open up a pathway
To a musical career.
I just lost my head,
You can bet I just lost a good chance, today.
I just want to go on aiiiiiir.

I'M ON AIR

I'm on air with this show
I'm on air with this show
I'm on air while my voice blares

You will share with me your
You will share with me your
You will share with me your prayers

I'm on air while you all
I'm on air while you all
I'm on air while you all stare

I am rare, so you call
I am rare, so you call
I am rare, so you vote in

I'm on Aiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr-ahhhhhh

Everyone is full of it.
They all think they're the best there is.
People vote for those clean-shaved,
Good-lookers is what they crave
Nobody votes for those who sing
As long as they have enough beauty
This show always ends up push comes to shove
For Jesus of America.
Time of dive queens.
Divas that can only sing.
They don't write their things.
They don't play their things
And I'm on air!
I'm on air!
Prayers we'll share.
You will stare,
"Cause I'm rare.

CLEARLY BELOVED

[I'm] Clearly beloved, by all the country
because the votes all just keep coming and coming.
On me you voted, is all this deserved?
"Cause I don't play anything,
I am just a singer.

Oooh ooh-ooh.

Oh, vote on me, I'm worth each of your choice.
I'll record an album and you'll be overjoyed.
Nobody's perfect, except me, you know.
Except for the fact that I can't play piano.

TALLIED OFF VOTES MADE ON THE PHONE

To win, by just singing.
Not right, the way I see
This way, to make money
Too easy to believe.
And it, blows my mind
To make this much from selling lies
I lost, faith in music
No use, of instruments.

But it's fun, to make money
It's an, easy profit.
And it, blows my mind.
To make this much from selling lies.
And it, isn't kind.
To sell albums to those who're blind,
Blind to this crime.

I don't feel any shame
You buy my products, why?
When there are better ones, you know.
Running this scheme is lame,
And you've been victimized.
Tallies from votes made of the.. PHOOOOOOONE

You're voting
You're buying
You're ripped off
Ah, I hope you know.