You know Jesus, the magician
Statistician, God bless your superstition
Walked on water, turned it into wine
Hated f*ggots, complained about them all the time
The world is lousy with religion
Of course yours is the true one
Your faith can't make our decisions
Aren't they our decisions anyway?
They're only words, they can't draw blood
Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades
Razorblades, razorblades
Your words are so sharp with hate
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades
Who'd believe us without statisticians?
Mounting d**h tolls, God bless your superstition
If there's no atheists in the trenches
I think that maybe they came to their senses
The world is lousy with religion
Of course yours is a peaceful one
Your faith can't make our decisions
Aren't they our decisions anyway?
But they're only words, they can't draw blood
Is that a dose of Jesus' love?
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades
Razorblades, razorblades
Your words are so sharp with hate
Left 'em bleeding, you were screaming
Razorblades