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I was raised in catholic school, taught to obey that one golden rule That is, He who sits in the Heavens above deserves all your praise, devotion and your love Because he had a son who had died for our sins And with that sacrifice came a sense of contrition That we all seem to feel when we're down on our knees looking up to die hoping he'll answer all our needs But I tend to believe that it's all for not and when the sun does set, all our souls will rot along with our flesh and our bones and our blood will seep into the earth reconnecting with the mud And I think to myself, what a beautiful lie to waste being devote to what could all turn out to be a lie To be a lie Now I do not know, but I have been told If you don't believe in Him, well then the devil owns your soul But let us just examine what's below this land It's the story of a man with a pitchfork in his hand Could you honestly believe in such a tall, tall tale Something that sounds so make believe just like the sailor and the whale Well I guess that this song has sealed my own fate Lucifer won't take me, ain't crossing through no pearly gates But if either one exists well that's fine by me I will gladly spend the afterlife waiting in purgatory, purgatory Aus Songtexte Mania