Paroles de Gospel From a Heathen

I'm not an atheist But i'll be an atheist for you My holy brother, You turn our temple into a tomb I am no believer, But i'll be faithful, i'll be true Sweet little sister To protect the seeds in your womb I gave you my hand But you handed me a gun. Man, you taught me like a son. I believe no longer in you I do what i do I've lost your point of view I believe no longer in you Man, your children know it too. Well, i'm not a faschist But i'll be a faschist for you You're hollowed and radical I'll break the spell of your taboos I'm not a colour But i'll be any colour for you Skinhead, redneck, clean cut, hick. To rob you of the fear you made your rule. I gave you my hand Man, you handed me a gun You drilled me like a son I believe no longer in you I do what i do I've lost your point of view I believe no longer in you Your children know it too