The power of the narrative it cannot be believed
All the trust is placed in something old you'll never see.
It's like a bolt of lightening that strikes just below the knees
Resigned to life but hope for something more.
Preacher cleans my soul to close a profitable day,
Make down payment on salvation and then pray the gay away
Tell your sisters, tell your mother that we aren't all worth the same.
I don't need faith to fight a worthy cause,
I don't need faith to fight a worthy cause.
With nothing left to prove I can believe just what i want to.
There's nothing left to say and so i keep my mouth shut.
These questions don't bring answers but we do have our beliefs
In the sense of getting better in the sense of being free,
In the sense that you may choose your fate but your fate can't choose me
'Cos i refuse, refuse, refuse.
The old man on the corner howls a warning to the moon
He says the end is coming to a theatre near you soon,
He's booked himself a box so he can get a decent view
Of everything he's missed along his way.
The streetlight picks him out light he is putting on a show
He grips the map that provides him with comforts like a home
He's tried to save so many but nobody want to know.
I'm grateful that it's how he spends his days,
So i don't have to mend my wicked ways.
With nothing left to prove I can believe just what i want to.
There's nothing left to say and so i keep my mouth shut.
These questions don't bring answers but we do have our beliefs
In the sense of getting better in the sense of being free,
In the sense that you may choose your fate but your fate can't choose me
'Cos i refuse, refuse, refuse.
I repent for my wicked ways.