Oh lord I don’t believe your there
I shake and scrape, this bloody air
a very good reason I’m agnostic
that good book sure is toxic
though I have heard your hymns
just as comfortable drinking Pimm’s
sometimes lord I don’t think you understand
but my church is here sipping and can’d
I hear a poor girl’s pain I can’t reach her
not some righteous ole’ gospel teacher
O’ lord can you truly hear and comprehend
I’m still looking for a poor heart to mend
O’ how I have sewn my soul
beyond the all being get go
Brain In The Jar 