It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets
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While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs
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And if Lord was righteous, I think I'd rather not be
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We lean on fences built from out-dated morality
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It's a gang mentality
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It's a dangerous thing
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They don't ask you to think, just to repeat after me
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And assume you're too careless to look at it critically
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You'll stop progress if it contradicts what you're told to believe
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I refuse to spend life on my knees
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These billboards that flaunt these scare tactics
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Make me think you're only good if you're afraid of being punished
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Every single Sunday, church bells wake me up
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But it's never enough to pull me out of bed
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The church on Main Street has got its doors painted red
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And I guess it's so the Angel of Death passes over it
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On its way to get gas
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The church over on Broad Street has got a neon sign that says Jesus Save Me
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And I guess it's so God can see from where he is in the cheap seats
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I refuse to spend life on my knees
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And I won't let somebody else make my decisions for me
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If we're all just Christians or Lions
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Then I think I'd rather be on the side with sharper teeth
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I don't need saving
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I Won't Say The Lord's Prayer
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| The Wonder Years |
