No lords to serve my purpose
No one to take my sins
No chains to take my freedom
No blessings, neither the curse
No chains to take my freedom
This is the atheist blues

No grayhound buss to take me
No work to heighten my soul
No money to chain me down
This is the unemployment blues

No one around to carry my cross
No nails to keep me down
I was there when they cut off John's head
I was there to clean the knives
Now, you say there's a lord
Sitting on some moral high horse
Watching African children die
and letting all the baddies walk alive,
How could I fucking believe?
In such a fucked up being
Have you ever thought of having another god?
I didn't think so..

And when the judgment comes
I don't fucking care
I will be long gone.

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