These words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more
Do not bore me raw, love is not against the law
Woman - Woman, Woman - Man, Man and Man, holding hands
Contraception, is essential, keeping clean without disease
World of people, population, over-spilling, poverty
Faith of no real relevance, book of insignificance
Christening of innocents, priests corrupting innocence
Buried by the Catholic Church, Starts with 'P', ends with 'verts'
No more faith in hypocrites, all that I believed in bits
Nothing left to pray for so these
Words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more
Look what faith has brought, planes left safely from the 'port
In the air all went to hell, three planes crashed, two towers fell
Then the buses, then the tubes, someone tell me what that proved
Such a waste of human life, suicidal sacrifice
Children born on British ground, British roots beneath the mound
Brain that spends in pence and pound, thinks to take our Britain down
Not a thought they have themselves, turned extreme by someone else
Victims turned to killers then, still I have to pity them
No one left to pray to so these
Words will be my weapons
With these weapons I will war
I will war upon the heavens
Like nobody has before
And before I learn my lesson
I will lessen this religion
I will keep the Bishops guessing
As they kneel for their confession
I will make them face their demons
Make them smile whilst they are screaming
It will be too late for penance
When the faithful turn to hatred
Faith no more
Copyright John B.O'Halloran 2010
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