Young girls get practice   Under the blackness   Outside the axis   Of Christian praxis      The sermon’s malice   The silver chalice   Are not so sacred   As what is naked      You can’t control it, no   Don’t want to save my soul   Well come on   Let’s rock and roll      It’s my nature to take of what I see   Every creature knows the longing to be free      Deep in the city my father named me   With words so pretty my mother shamed me   Without much pity the teachers blamed me   But could not tame me      Above the steeple the owl looks down    At the holy people in their flowing gowns   As the censer waves the frankincense north and south   As the priest puts the bread in the people’s mouths      Mother Nature must have made a man like me   Every creature knows to take of what it sees   Some want the preacher to show them what to be   But I look to nature and I’m longing to be free      Mother Nature is beautiful to me   Every creature knows to take of what it sees   Some want the preacher to show them what to be   But I’m made by nature and I’m longing to be free      Cause it’s in my nature   It’s my nature   Mother Nature   Mother Nature   Mother Nature