b****craft Lyrics

You give me a lifetime so I can be saved
I'd rather have some s***e to breathe
You hand me a whistle to draw attention
I'd rather have some ointment for my scars
They'll let me burn on the stake
Pay for the mistakes I made
But I ride a bike, and not a broom
I don't cry at the moon
Still I'll be d***ed

They repeat the pattern again and again
Raise your voice and you're forgotten
Will the world grow ripe enough
To outsmart all that is rotten
I don't ridicule what's Holy and good
I don't put frogs in my soups
I want to be my own judge
And if that's not enough
Then I'll be d***ed

Don't want to feel as if I'm down in a burrow
I'll live my life as if there's no tomorrow
Don't pull the leash which you tied around my neck
I'll still be the captain even if I clean the deck
Give me a lecture so I can learn
Give me a book to read
But don't hand me a knife to draw attention
To what can't be said with words

My fellow-sinners are all around
They won't destroy your holy ground
I don't like to eat ripped-out hearts
And I don't have warts
Still I'll be d***ed