I like it    I don't like it

i've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime

it takes me nowhere which i knew

i need a reason

call it treason

maybe catch her i don't know

too Much to know


bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind

lady screaming, lady leave

'cause sometimes people stare

coming down, electric chair

and steaming crowds they gather and they shout


don't know why this evil follows me

so why is he trying to follow me?

how many reasons do they need?

i might just be right this time

i might just believe this time


its a new religion

i'm talking for free, i can't stop myself

i've something to see, i can't help myself

(its a new religion)