Why can't the preacher preach to me
Why can't I hear the angels sing
I tell them of my agony
I beg them to reveal to me
Why can't the preacher preach to me
They say they understand
Why the hell man is damn
They know what makes me tick inside
Why can't the speaker speak to me
Why can't you convince me of the truth
When Pontious washed his hands
The son of man died
Why can't they teach me to believe
Why can't my mind be yours, and
Leave all its freedom behind
Why can't my mind be yours, and
Deceive that reason of mine.
Why can't the bible speak to me
And tell me where I went wrong
But it's only made of wood
It can't be God and it can't be food
Why can't the bible speak to me
Don't lose your disbelief, Yeah
Those who do are fools
Keep looking but never try to find the truth
'Cause if you find an answer
You kill and maim to see it tried
You'll write your own bible
You'll have your own disciples, and you'll
Kill me 'cause I can't believe
Why can't the preacher preach to me
Why can't I hear the angels sing
They take his effigy
Hang it up for all to see
Then they wear their robes and play at God
Why can't my mind be yours, and
Leave all its freedom behind
Why can't my mind be yours, and
Deceive that reason of mine.
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