Don't you find it just a little odd,
That you put your faith in your parents god.
Don't you find it somewhat strange,
That your prayers are just a stream of one way exchange.
And isn't it peculiar,
That he doesn't intervene.
He could put up a fight and stand up for what's right.
Perhaps he doesn't want to cause a scene?
A thousand gods, maybe more,
But you tell me only yours is true.
You and I are more or less the same,
I just believe in one less than you.
Don't you find it just a little curious,
That a being so mighty and, glorious,
Would want you down on your knees,
Praying to the sky for forgiveness, please.
And isn't it a contradiction,
And omnipresent absentee.
See and hear no evil,
He's a moral refugee.
A thousand gods, maybe more,
But you tell me only yours is true.
You and I are more or less the same,
I just believe in one less than you.
The kindness of a stranger makes my heart want to sing,
But if it's born out of fear then it don't mean a thing.
The threat of hell shouldn't be what makes you do things right.
Let human nature be your guiding light.
A thousand gods, maybe more, (maybe more)
But you tell me only yours is true. (only yours is true)
You and I are more or less the same,
I just believe in one less (I believe in one less)
I just believe in one less (I believe in one less)
I just believe in one less, god than you.