Then he'd probably try to stand between
 God and me
 He would claim to have translation
 For the least communication between
 God and me
 He would scare my friends and neighbors
 Into thinking he was saviour but he
 Won't save me
 He would use his imposition
 To restore the Inquisition then he'd
 Come for me
 I never worry about him
 He'll never get between
 God and me
 He would crush me in his vise
 Singing hail to Jesus Christ but he
 Won't crush me
 With o
There's an H-bomb in the other but he
 Can't fool me
 He imposes awful taste
 On the remnants of the race
 But he just missed me
 Then he mobilizes minions
 To burn out diverse opinions
 But he can't burn me

 It's nobody's business what goes on
 Inside my head
 Because it's my head