It’s a religion without a God Determines behaviour To keep all peas within one pod And call it our saviour ’Cause praying proves no benefit There’s smouldering stakes to show for it And for every abuse There’s a perfect excuse Tradition Noone asks for evidence That’s rather convenient Stupidity’s a preference For being obedient Hang on to what you’ve got You silly superstitious lot Boy meets girl Girl loves boy Family planning Just like the old folks Just like before Shame on the mother Baby’s a girl Staining the family honour Has done her No good Ten commandments counting for Eleven expectations
All your worries disappear Free of guilt and free of fear So we’re fighting the bull As it pays to be cruel Tradition Memories Devoted to the past History Caught up on you at last I can’t live without you Boy meets girl Girl wants boy Boy wants girl Girl’s unsure Family values Just like before The boy is alright The girl is a who*e It’s a religion without a God Determines behaviour To keep all peas within one pod And call it our saviour ’Cause praying proves no benefit There’s smouldering stakes to show for it The way that we choose Is a perfect excuse Tradition Tradition Tradition