This guitar needs an exorcist, There's a demon riff possessing my strings Fairy tales from wonderland Of religious banners Covered with blood After thousands of years We are destined for nothing Spiritual guidance, non-profit errands All gears of a well-tuned clock named religion Don't feed on faith We are all blessed A personal angel on our right shoulder Always there reminding us how often we have to contribute To the one who loves us all Even when you pray don't forget you have to pay A child is born and once again you have to pay Even when you pray don't forget you have to pay People die and still we have to pay