I Won't Say the Lord's Prayer

It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets

While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs

And if Lord was righteous,

I think I'd rather not be

We lean on fences built from out-dated morality

It's a gang mentality

It's a dangerous thing

They don't ask you to think, just to repeat after me

And assume you're too careless to look at it critically

You'll stop progress if it contradicts what you're told to believe

I refuse to spend life on my knees

These billboards that flaunt these scare tactics

Make me think you're only good if you're afraid of being punished

Every single

Sunday, church bells wake me up

But it's never enough to pull me out of bed

The church on

Main Street has got its doors painted red

And I guess it's so the

Angel of Death passes over it

On its way to get gas

The church over on

Broad Street has got a neon sign that says

Jesus Save

Me And I guess it's so

God can see from where he is in the cheap seats

I refuse to spend life on my knees

And I won't let somebody else make my decisions for me

If we're all just

Christians or

Lions Then

I think I'd rather be on the side with sharper teeth

I don't need saving