You give me a lifetime so I can be saved Id rather have some space to breathe You hand me a whistle to draw attention Id rather have some ointment for my scars Theyll let me burn on the stake Pay for the mistakes I made But I ride a bike, and not a broom I dont cry at the moon Still Ill be damned They repeat the pattern again and again Raise your voice and youre forgotten Will the world grow ripe enough To outsmart all that is rotten I dont ridicule whats Holy and good I dont put frogs in my soups I want to be my own judge And if thats not enough Then Ill be damned Dont want to feel as if Im down in a burrow Ill live my life as if theres no tomorrow Dont pull the leash which you tied around my neck Ill still be the captain even if I clean the deck Give me a lecture so I can learn Give me a book to read But dont hand me a knife to draw attention To what cant be said with words My fellow-sinners are all around They wont destroy your holy ground I dont like to eat ripped-out hearts And I dont have warts Still Ill be damned