They ask me why I’m hateful, why I’m bad. They tell me I got   things they never had. They tell me go to church and see the light.   Cos the good lord’s always right.      Well, so what, so what      So what if Jesus died on the cross. So what about the fucker, I   don’t give a toss. So what if the master walked on the water. I   don’t see him trying to stop the slaughter.      They say I wouldn’t have to live from bins. If I would go along,   confess my sins. They say I shouldn’t commit no crime. Cos   Jesus Christ is watching all the time.      So what, so what.   So what if he’s always over my shoulder. I realise the truth as I   get older. I get to see what a con it is. Because it’s my life, mine   not his.      We’ll they say they’re going to send me away. Said they’re going   to make me pay. We’re sorry but you have to go. You were   naughty, you said ‘NO’.      So what, so what.      So what if I see through the lies. So what if the people I despise   twist my arm and make me work, I’m no deaf, dumb fucking Jerk.   I’m no spastic lying in the street. I’m no superstar elite. I’m just a   person, a human being.      NO YOU’RE NOT YOU’RE A PART OF OUR MACHINE.       You’re a part of our machine because we want you to be. We’ve   got you now and you’ll never be free. We can even have your   body after you’re dead. We can take the eyes out of your fucking   head. Yes we’ll take them out, use them again. We can do it you   know cos we’ve got your brain. We’ll crucify you like we crucified   him. We’ll make you obey our every whim. We got the power, the   power and the glory. I’ve heard that before in a different story.   But the story I heard covered up the truth, didn’t touch on the   actual factual proof. Didn’t say about the bodies in the   concentration camps, didn’t say about the surgeon knives   underneath the lamps, doesn’t say that the ovens are still warm,   doesn’t say that this wretched little form is a human being who   wants to live but not in the snot and shit they give.      They say that I had better keep quiet or they’re gonna douse my   light. Jesus Christ can save my life, but I can always use my   knife.      So what, so what, so what, so what, so what, so what, SO WHAT