Disciple - 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