| When the walls of Christianity begin to shake
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| When my life is in the balance, neither peace nor morals wake
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| Telling me my life is easy, debauched and thirdly heaven sent
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| My heart was never theirs but this Christianity will decide
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| I’m bruised and left alone
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| I get to feel so sad
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| People say that I was sad
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| People say that I was bad
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| People walking around with other feelings they never want to contemplate
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| Reaching out for love but would never say
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| The churches have a network leading to the sect and to the soul
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| They levitate their founder’s faith up to a higher ground while we stay home
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| I am a wicked man
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| I will not be this unsound
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| I was a wretched man before I filled this hole
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| When Jesus was upon his cross he never was this alone
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| Do do do do do
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| They’re playing on our weaknesses and changing every sound
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| Who could find the right solution when they’re being drowned
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| Har de har the vacant talk can make you see their ways
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| Now check your faith and sleep with love
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| The modern way
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| Now is that love
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| Christianity has nothing for me
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| Do do do do do
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| This Jerusalemic holy ground is only fit for mealy mouths
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| Whose contamination breeds subordination
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| I’ve said too many times but who leads that kind of life
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| When my time comes around who will plead my innocence
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| And I resent that these things I do
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| And I resent that these things are true
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| And I resent that these things I do
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| Do do do do do |