Reject the stuff you’re taughtBored more than notSo what? They’ve got a crutchIt’s nothing you could ever touchDon’t lookDon’t look onto your lawnThere’s a billboard built for GodYou won’t be saved if what you crave are god-fearingmindsSo you’ll be a slave until the grave to terms thechurch definesIf all you want is just your own set of rulesNever nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of fools