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Faithless OneThey say you’ve got a friend in Jesus,Let me tell you I’m not a believer, Don’t believe in Heaven or Hell, Damnation, incarnation, Won’t be indoctrinated, To something unrelated. No you can’t fool me, With your false prophecy, Your church your clergy, Your vestigial right to burn me. Believe me, Believe me when I tell you, I don’t want, I don’t want to sell you, My mind’s made up I know what I am, I can regain my mind, I know I can. I beg your pardon vicar, I didn’t mean to sound bitter, I didn’t mean to patronise you, Or in the least despise you, Please don’t pray for me, What isn’t there, I cannot see. No you can’t fool me, With your false prophecy, Your church your clergy, Your vestigial right to burn me. Believe me, Believe me when I tell you, I don’t want, I don’t want to sell you, My mind’s made up, I know what I am, I regain my mind, I know I can. Don’t believe in fire and brimstone, If you please write it on my headstone, Here lies a man of reason, Not disposed to religious bereavement, Please don’t pray for me, What isn’t there, I cannot see. No you can’t fool me, With your false prophecy, Your church your clergy, Your vestigial right to burn me. Believe me, Believe me when I tell you, I don’t want, I don’t want to sell you, My mind’s made up, I know what I am, I regain my mind, I know I can. When the day of judgement comes, They say I’ll be burned, No place for disbelievers, Only divine receivers, They say I must be insane, Taking God’s name in vain. No you can’t fool me, With your false prophecy, Your church your clergy, Your vestigial right to burn me. Believe me, Believe me when I tell you, I don’t want, I don’t want to sell you, My mind’s made up, I know what I am, I regain my mind, I know I can. Faith, faith, faithless one, Faith, faith, faithless one, Oh the vicar said I was a bad boy. |