Golden Calf

I dropped my remote down the couch
I want to see golf I want it now
Computer’s sick the phone line is down
Lost my wallet nowhere to be found
Somehow you always end up second place
Somehow there’s no time
I just don’t feel like
Praising my church instead of God
We worship doormats
Seems kind of odd
My 454 four on the floor with all my gods
I got to have more
Take my break my golden calf down
Burn my fear my golden calf down