I Won't Say the Lord's Prayer

It's a series of bars, thrift stores, & churches Lining the streets While women with gold crosses push kids Into half-formed beliefs If Lot 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 & 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 & I guess It's so the Angel of Death passes over it On its way to get gas The church on Broad Street Has got a neon sign that says "Jesus Save Me" & I guess it's so God can see from where He is In the cheap seats I refuse to spend life on my knees & I won't let Somebody else Somebody else 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