They built a house out of bibles To keep the truth out of their home They swore they were safe from the outside world But the house burned down
The burning bush is just a metaphor For gonorhea, the virgin mary Was a lying whore And baby jesus was a bastard Your stories are starting to get old
Science proves a thing or two With facts and truth You see I can’t exactly say the same About christianity
A kid once asked “whats that lower case ‘t’ Doing on the wall and why Does it think its better than all the other letters And why does it deserve a place up so high
And isn’t it a convenient coincidence The religion your parents raised you On, and forced down your throat as a kid Is apparently the only truth?
You question nothing You’ll fall for anything You don’t believe in yourself You’ll believe in what you’re told We question everything We won’t fall for anything We believe in ourselves Not some old guy in the sky