A man once asked this question of me, "What do you believe?"
I said "I don't believe in anything or anyone, but me"
He said, "Aren't you scared of what will happen to you when you die?"
I said, "I'm more afraid of never living life while I'm alive".
And that man he looked me in the eye, convinced my soul was damned
Unless I signed it over to a fairy tale man
He said, "My boy I'll pray for you, I know you can be saved"
I said, "Save your prayers for those who care, for me it is too late"
I can't bare the thought of lying on my death bed with regrets
Of places I've not ventured, people I have never met
I want to live like every second is the last I will achieve
And as long as I hurt no one then who cares what I believe?
That man he talked for hours about the virtues of his faith
And I could see the stony cold conviction on his face
He fired every weapon in his armory of lies
And some of it made sense to me, much to my surprise
But I had to remind myself that he was well rehearsed
At attempting to exploit fear by mis-quoting bible verse
I know your game my friend, you target people when they're weak
The vulnerable and disillusioned man falls at your feet
I can't bare the thought of lying on my death bed with regrets
Of places I've not ventured, people I have never met
I want to live like every second is the last I will achieve
And as long as I hurt no one then who cares what I believe?
If your beliefs bring comfort to your heart
Then who am I to try and tear your world apart?
I wish you well in your endevours and your life
And I'll leave you to yours, if you leave me to mine
It's not your place to impose religious law
On the rest of us, like so many have before
And it's equally not my place to say you're wrong
I don't have to read your book, and you don't have to like this song
I know my way of thinking should allow the courtesy
For men like you to testify your faith to men like me
But the difference that I see between belief, and having none
Is a lack of faith has never waged a war with anyone
I can't bare the thought of lying on my death bed with regrets
Of places I've not ventured, people I have never met
I want to live like every second is the last I will achieve
And as long as I hurt no one then who cares what I, who cares what you, who cares what we believe?