When we were building laws

As part of our religion

We starved and sacrifice

We believe we come to heaven

And praying to the lord

And singing a holy song

When someone is evil

We're starting to pray

Come my son, he will show you light when there is

dark and lonely, rough and cold outside

I carry on, I don't believe religion has it's glory

In my life

Someone has to much rage

Some people still live in cage

And someone is dying alone in the house

Complicated lifestyles

When we're chasing money and time

Preachers chasing long lost souls

Cause they are easy to fool

Come my son, I will show you light when there is dark and lonely,

rough and cold outside

I carry on, I don't believe religion has it's glory

In my life