I saw religion had tied freedom
From his shaven head to his toes
Then I heard freedom and he spoke
Saying his life was about to go
Then I heard someone shout
"JOY be upon you"
But I think it slipped off
In that place I heard no laughter
Only a cough
Why the bells, the smells and
And what's that thing?
No drums sounded out people seemed to be -
Mourning

I think religion's like paper work
That doesn't have to be done
Who puts a bandae on a bandage when
There's no cut on the thum
Why give glory to the poor man wearing
Something like a dress?
You know the one that thinks he has
Power to bless
Why's he carrying that great big
Shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he would
Unhook

I think Pentecostals broke out with G-d
By breaking free from their chains
In flowed the spirit but so sadly
Out leaked fluid mixed with their brains
Yet they're surely riding on the crest of
G-d's giant moving wave
Believing that he wants to speak
Wants to heal, to save
People let's throw away religion that's
Like a yolk
Strapped around our neck and then be
FREE