When we were building laws As part of our religion We starved and sacrifice We believe we come to heaven And praying to the lord And singing a holy song When someone is evil We're starting to pray Come my son, he will show you light when there is Dark and lonely, rough and cold outside I carry on, I don't believe religion has it's glory In my life Someone has to much rage Some people still live in cage And someone is dying alone in the house Complicated lifestyles When we're chasing money and time Preachers chasing long lost souls Cause they are easy to fool Come my son, I will show you light when there is dark and lonely, Rough and cold outside I carry on, I don't believe religion has it's glory In my life