Believe me when I say to you that every word is [bad word] 
Oh, that a change is goin' [bad word] 
You can hear it in the broadcast on your radio

Ooh, why are [bad word] ? Was it somethin' that somebody said? 
What are you hidin' from? Are the voices alone in your head? 
I can make it look natural 'cause the more that you see It's the less that you know, it's the more that you give

Believe me when they call for you as you cry out in the night 
These four suspicious riders have been circling 
The borders of your bungalow
How they ever got to you, I swear I'll never know 
Was it just the laws of nature that's been causin'
All the voices on your telephone?

Believe me, and I'll pray for you 
We'll give you what you wanted with all my fickle hearts
Ooh, I could sell you hallelujahs recorded On a chrome cassette in the stereo  [bad word] and make your home with me, it really isn't far Ooh, fly down to California and [bad word] a Christian soldier On my late, late show