reject the stuff you're taught
bored more than not
so what? they've got a crutch
it's nothing you could ever touch
don't look
don't look onto your lawn
there's a billboard built for god
you won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds
so you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines
if all you want is just your own set of rules
never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of foo |