Saw religion had tied freedom From his shaven head to his toes. Then I heard freedom and he spoke Saying his life was about to go. Then I heard someone shout "JOY be upon you" But I think it slipped off. In that place I heard no laughter Only a cough. Why the bells, the smells and And what's that thing? No drums sounded out people seemed to be - Mourning. I think religion's like paper work That doesn't have to be done. Who puts a bandae on a bandage when There's no cut on the thumb. Why give glory to the poor man wearing Something like a dress? You know the one that thinks he has Power to bless. Why's he carrying that great big Shepherd's crook? I wish from his sheep he would Unhook. I think Pentecostals broke out with G-d By breaking free from their chains. In flowed the spirit but so sadly Out leaked fluid mixed with their brains. Yet they're surely riding on the crest of G-d's giant moving wave. Believing that he wants to speak Wants to heal, to save. People let's throw away religion that's Like a yolk. Strapped around our neck and then be FREE. Lyrics by Davyd Homan