I 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.