Pray the price and stalk and slice
Talk in tongues and you're never right.
Go to church, dog collared dictator
An abundance of love, plenty propaganda;
Heil Jesus, pretty painted statuettes
Holes in water, quick to forget.
Make me a prophet, make me a saint;
Cover all sinning with a lick of paint.
I love the sound of church bells;
Oh pretty stained glass, stone stair wells;
Cut the pomp, ceremony and biblical rants
And fables of miracles with a moral slant.

Jesus wasn't Christian and he turned out
all right.