| From one Jesus to another napalm can be a treat
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| Religion is only cold comfort 'cause Judas Iscariot was a cheat
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| Bullet holes in my mirror and a minefield across my floor
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| I don’t want to be a soldier, don’t want to fight someone else’s war
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| I don’t need no Hare Krishna
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| I don’t need no primal scream
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| I don’t need no mantra chant
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| I don’t need no self esteem
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| I’ll take to bed John the Walrus 'cause my Baudelaire has been pawned
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| Plagued by demons, deceived by angels
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| What little devils have we spawned?
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| And Buddha sits on my shelf shooting up Edgar Allan Poe
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| And I’ll dream in 'Forbidden Colours' just like Vincent van Gogh
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| I don’t need no suit of armour
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| I don’t need no sword and shield
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| I don’t need no immortality
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| I don’t need no Elysian fields
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| I don’t need no lollipops or rainbows
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| I don’t need no hare of the hound
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| I don’t want to be mummy or daddy
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| I don’t need no duty bound
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| It’s bedlam just like Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse causes a scandal
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| Kahil Gibran was a junkyard and Genghis Khan was a vandal
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| And I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe and
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| Then Kennedy told me she’d died
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| And anyway, if it came to a choice, I’d take Mata Hari for my bride
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| I don’t need no religion or faith
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| I don’t need no collusion
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| I don’t need no spiritual healing
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| I don’t need no self-delusion
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| And Jesus walks on water
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| But does he ever walk on air?
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| I’m getting lost again, mummy
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| Scared again, daddy
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| And the beauty of it all is I no longer care |