From one Jesus to another
Napalm can be a treat
Religion is only cold comfort
'Cos Judas Iscariot was a cheat

Bullet holes in my mirror
And a minefield across my floor
I don't wanna be a soldier
Don't wanna fight someone else's war

Don't need no Hare Krishna
Don't need no primal scream
Don't need no mantra chant
Don't need no self-esteem

I'll take to bed John the Walrus
'Cos my Baudelaire has been pawned
Plagued by demons, deceived by angels
What little devils have we spawned?

And Buddha sits on my shelf
Shooting up Edgar Allan Poe
And I'll dream in 'Forbidden Colours'
Just like Vincent Van Gogh

Don't need no suit of amour
Don't need no sword and shield
Don't need no immortality
Don't need no Elysian Fields

Don't need no lollipops or rainbows
Don't need no hare or the hound
Don't want to be Mummy or Daddy
Don't need no duty bound

It's bedlam just like Walt Disney
And Mickey Mouse causes a scandal
Kahlil Gibran was a junky
And Genghis Khan was a vandal

And I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe
And then Kennedy told me she died
And anyway, if it came to a choice
I'd take Mata Hari for my bride

Don't need no religion or faith
Don't need no collusion
I don't need no spiritual healing
Don't need no self delusion

And Jesus walks on water
But does He ever walk on air?
I'm getting lost again Mummy, scared again, Daddy
And the beauty of it all is I no longer care