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From one Jesus to another napalm can be a treat
Religion is only cold comfort 'cos Judas Iscariot was a cheat
Bullet holes in my mirror and a minefield across my floor
I don't want to be a soldier, don't want to fight someone else's war
I don't need no Hare Krishna
I don't need no primal scream
I don't need no mantra chant
I don't need no self esteem
I'll take to bed John the Walrus 'cos my Baudelaire has been p*wned
Plagued by demons, deceived by angels
What little devils have we sp*wned?
And Buddha sits on my shelf shooting up Edgar allan Poe
And I'll dream in 'Forbidden Colours' just like Vincent van Gogh
I don't need no suit of armour
I don't need no sword and shield
I don't need no immortality
I don't need no Elysian fields
I don't need no lollipops or rainbows
I don't need no hare of the hound
I don't want to be mummy or daddy
I don't need no duty bound
It's bedlam just like Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse causes a scandal
Kahil Gibran was a junkyard and Genghis Khan was a vandal
And I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe and
Then Kennedy told me she'd died
And anyway, if it came to a choice, I'd take Mata Hari for my bride
I don't need no religion or faith
I don't need no collusion
I don't need no spiritual healing
I don't need no selfdelusion
And Jesus walks on water
But does he ever walk on air?
I'm getting lost again, mummy, scared again, daddy
And the beauty of it all is I no longer care.