Cult of David Dickinson Lyrics

All hail the tanned lord!
The process of indoctrination is nearly complete.
The feeble and weak will fall to their knees, meek minds filled with teachings; the great leader speaks.

As the candles are carefully lit, The chanting soon begins:
“Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips!”
Take this sacred blade and carve deep in your flesh.
You’re now inducted into the cult of David Dickinson.

We’ll spark the fire, dance round the pyre.
Confess your sins, as we tan your skin.
We’ll spark the fire, dance round the pyre.
Embers burn bright for our golden lord.

Antique shops are the domain in which we roam.
All bargains we’ll hunt, practically a steal.
Our hearts true desire; the realest of deals.

As the candles are carefully lit, The chanting soon begins:
“Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips! Cheap as chips!”
Take this sacred blade and carve deep in your flesh.
You forever belong to the cult of David Dickinson.
The cult of David Dickinson.

That is a real bobby dazzler!
That is a real bobby dazzler!
That is a real bobby dazzler!
That is a real bobby dazzler!