I've been Christened, what more do you want?

I don't need to be seen by the eyes of God,

So keep your idols and keep your absolution.

I don't need your heaven; you can keep it for yourself,

And you can keep your whole fantasy solution.

What use is a God that's run amok,

Or a heaven that's just for the few?

What use is a religion that's full of false hope,

Or a prophet whose tongue's been skewed?