From One Jesus To Another - The Mission

From one Jesus to another napalm can be a treat

Religion is only cold comfort 'cause Judas Iscariot was a cheat

Bullet holes in my mirror and a minefield across my floor

I don’t want to be a soldier, don’t want to fight someone else’s war

I don’t need no Hare Krishna

I don’t need no primal scream

I don’t need no mantra chant

I don’t need no self esteem

I’ll take to bed John the Walrus 'cause my Baudelaire has been pawned

Plagued by demons, deceived by angels

What little devils have we spawned?

And Buddha sits on my shelf shooting up Edgar Allan Poe

And I’ll dream in 'Forbidden Colours' just like Vincent van Gogh

I don’t need no suit of armour

I don’t need no sword and shield

I don’t need no immortality

I don’t need no Elysian fields

I don’t need no lollipops or rainbows

I don’t need no hare of the hound

I don’t want to be mummy or daddy

I don’t need no duty bound

It’s bedlam just like Walt Disney and Mickey Mouse causes a scandal

Kahil Gibran was a junkyard and Genghis Khan was a vandal

And I fell in love with Marilyn Monroe and

Then Kennedy told me she’d died

And anyway, if it came to a choice, I’d take Mata Hari for my bride

I don’t need no religion or faith

I don’t need no collusion

I don’t need no spiritual healing

I don’t need no self-delusion

And Jesus walks on water

But does he ever walk on air?

I’m getting lost again, mummy

Scared again, daddy

And the beauty of it all is I no longer care