Why do the buggers hassle me; the crazed fanatic crew?
I’m the last bloke on the earth who’d agree with what they do.
A bunch of ancient fairy tales stuck in a twisted creed
Pushed by a bunch of needy nuts – the last thing that we need.
They’ve buggered us for centuries (yes, literally as well)
With tales of god and sins and shit and some imagined “hell.”
When really all we need to do is follow our own heart;
Then knowing clearly right from wrong is not some ‘godly art.’
It’s simply bloody common sense without the need for fear
Under the guise of “what god said” and a sanctimonious snear.
So keep your bullshit to yourself, ‘cos I don’t want to know
I’ve seen too many torn apart by crazy zealots Roadshow!
Doin’ Stuff stuff