You give me a lifetime so I can be saved I'd rather have some space to breathe You hand me a whistle to draw attention I'd rather have some ointment for my scars They'll let me burn on the stake Pay for the mistakes I made But I ride a bike, and not a broom I don't cry at the moon Still I'll be damned They repeat the pattern again and again Raise your voice and you're forgotten Will the world grow ripe enough To outsmart all that is rotten I don't ridicule what's Holy and good I don't put frogs in my soups I want to be my own judge And if that's not enough Then I'll be damned Don't want to feel as if I'm down in a burrow I'll live my life as if there's no tomorrow Don't pull the leash which you tied around my neck I'll still be the captain even if I clean the deck Give me a lecture so I can learn Give me a book to read But don't hand me a knife to draw attention To what can't be said with words My fellow-sinners are all around They won't destroy your holy ground I don't like to eat ripped-out hearts And I don't have warts Still I'll be damned