There was a time
That I tried to talk to Jesus,
But he told me
To leave him alone.
I was shunned by your lord
And accepted by mine,
Though I'll never bow to anyone,
And I'll always cast the first stone.

He made me lie down
In green pastures,
He drowned me
In still waters,
Then he placed his bloody crown
Upon my head,
Suffocated me,
And so did make me suffer.

So I ask of all of you now,
All good Christians,
All Jesus' whores,
Why feed your kids the lies,
The cruelty,
The hypocrisy,
The cult-like fanaticism
Of a man called Jesus Christ?

Trust me, father, for you have sinned,
And if I believed in such a place,
I'd rather rot in hell
Than spend eternity with you.
I am not lost,
Nor do I need to be found.
So go ahead, I dare you convert me;
The one needing saving will be you.

On your kitchen wall
Hangs a verse from
The book of lies you believe in.
You've got a plastic virgin on your dashboard,
Assuring you that
You'll be protected
When you're tailgating,
And that you'll be saved forevermore.

Come every Thursday night,
On your way home,
Mary reminds you
To confess your deepest sins
So the priest can beat off
Next to you in the confessional.
But come Saturday night,
You'll be sinning again.

You've got a golden cross
Around your scrawny neck,
In hopes you'll be just like Christ.
Yeah, maybe you'll be crucified.
You live in fear
Of those who aren't like you,
But don't worry, you'll be safe
Among his mindless sheep only after you have died.

You see, you're living in the shadows
Of an old, dead religion,
And you only get it if you're fed it.
So when Jesus says jump, you ask how high,
But did you ever stop to think,
To question the commander,
To say no,
Or even bother to ask why?

So where is your god,
You blasphemous whore?
Not in your churches and not on this Earth.
He's a figment of your clouded imagination only.
He's not in your Bibles,
Because, just remember,
Even the Devil
Can quote ure to fill His black needs.