Reject the stuff you`re taught
Bored more than not
So what? They`ve got a crutch
It`s nothing you could ever touch
Don`t look
Don`t look onto your lawn
There`s a billboard built for God
You won`t be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds
So you`ll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines
If all you want is just your own set of rules
Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools