Golden Calf - Disciple

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