The Pope announced the other day
That all the rest had gone astray,
And all were doomed to Hell.
I preach rebellion against the Pope
And all those who are certain that
Their way is the only way.
I preach a religion where the only certainty
Is that the wings of butterflies will take us
To a place the Pope cannot imagine.
I preach a religion that says the
Catholic church is going
Straight to it's own Hell.
The revolution may be televised
But I am not sure anyone is watching
They all have better things to do.
When I look to the west after an
Afternoon rainshower and a
Rainbow frames the setting sun,
That rainbow, that butterfly,
The heartbeat in my chest
Is my only heaven.
Wake up.
Look around you.
Enjoy the fucking afterlife.
