You save your own soul mister for you cannot save mine
But if you wish to pray for me well that would suit me fine
For that would be your business if for me you wish to pray
Though on me 'tis the reaper who will have the final say.
That you are a decent person there can be little doubt
But advice on my soul's salvation I feel I can go without
None have come back to tell me of heaven or of hell
And that I am a doubting Thomas should not be hard to tell.
You go to sunday service for to pray and hymns to sing
But I feel that winning souls for god is sort of a power thing
I believe in a secular State and to each their own
And my feelings on theology I like to think are known.
You save your own soul mister on me why waste your time
For one to die an infidel should never be a crime
You believe in the afterlife so your own soul you must save
Though none have come back to tell me of a life beyond the grave.
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