Reject the stuff you're taught
  Bored more than not
  So what? They've got a crutch
  It's nothing you could ever touch
    Don't look
  Don't look onto your lawn
  There's a billboard built for God
    You won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds
  So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines
  If all you want is just your own set of rules
  Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools