It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets 
While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs 
And if Lord was righteous, 
I think I'd rather not be 
We lean on fences built from out-dated morality 
It's a gang mentality 
It's a dangerous thing 
They don't ask you to think, just to repeat after me 
And assume you're too careless to look at it critically 
You'll stop progress if it contradicts what you're told to believe 
I refuse to spend life on my knees 
These billboards that flaunt these scare tactics 
Make me think you're only good if you're afraid of being punished 
Every single 
Sunday, church bells wake me up 
But it's never enough to pull me out of bed 
The church on 
Main Street has got its doors painted red 
And I guess it's so the 
Angel of Death passes over it 
On its way to get gas 
The church over on 
Broad Street has got a neon sign that says 
Jesus Save 
Me And I guess it's so 
God can see from where he is in the cheap seats 
I refuse to spend life on my knees 
And I won't let somebody else make my decisions for me 
If we're all just 
Christians or 
Lions Then 
I think I'd rather be on the side with sharper teeth 
I don't need saving