From one Jesus to another napalm can be a treat
Religion is only cold comfort `cos Judas Iscariot was a cheat
Bullet holes in my mirror and a minefield across my floor
I don`t want to be a soldier, don`t want to fight someone else`s war
I don`t need no Hare Krishna
I don`t need no primal scream
I don`t need no mantra chant
I don`t need no self esteem
I`ll take to bed John the Walrus `cos my Baudelaire has been pawned
Plagued by demons, deceived by angels
What little devils have we spawned?
And Buddha sits on my shelf shooting up Edgar allan Poe
And I`ll dream in `Forbidden Colours` just like Vincent van Gogh
I don`t need no suit of armour
I don`t need no sword and shield
I don`t need no immortality
I don`t need no Elysian fields
I don`t need no lollipops or rainbows
I don`t need no hare of the hound
I don`t want to be mummy or daddy
I don`t need no duty bound
It`s bedlam just like Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse causes a scandal
Kahil Gibran was a junkyard and Genghis Khan was a vandal
And I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe and
Then Kennedy told me she`d died
And anyway, if it came to a choice, I`d take Mata Hari for my bride
I don`t need no religion or faith
I don`t need no collusion
I don`t need no spiritual healing
I don`t need no selfdelusion
And Jesus walks on water
But does he ever walk on air?
I`m getting lost again, mummy, scared again, daddy
And the beauty of it all is I no longer care.