saw religion had tied freedom from his shaven head to his toes. Then I heard freedom and he spoke saying his life was about to go. Then I heard someone shout "JOY be upon you" but I think it slipped off. In that place I heard no laughter only a cough. Why the bells, the smells and and what's that thing? No drums sounded out people seemed to be - mourning. I think religion's like paper work that doesn't have to be done. Who puts a bandae on a bandage when there's no cut on the thumb. Why give glory to the poor man wearing something like a dress?
You know the one that thinks he has power to bless. Why's he carrying that great big shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he would unhook. I think Pentecostals broke out with G-d by breaking free from their chains. In flowed the spirit but so sadly out leaked fluid mixed with their brains. Yet they're surely riding on the crest of G-d's giant moving wave. Believing that he wants to speak wants to heal, to save. People let's throw away religion that's like a yolk. Strapped around our neck and then be FREE. Lyrics by Davyd Homan