You give me a lifetime so I can be saved 
I’d rather have some space 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 damned 

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 damned 

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 damned