I show no respect for religion,
I find it no more important than a dead pigeon,
I don't believe in Heaven or Hell,
Why; I haven't any reason to tell.

I utter God's name in vain,
Hoping to cause him pain,
I hope his servants die away,
Because Satan wants it that way.

He doesn't deserve them,
He's done nothing to earn them,
They serve him always,
They'll continue 'til the ends of days.

I yell profanities at the men of the clergy,
They say "you will feel God's fury",
I grin and say "God is dead",
Then a tree falls upon my head.

I was stricken down,
This makes me frown,
I am now stuck in Hell,
I wish I would've bought some of what the clergymen sell.