Hinkley had a vision

Can you believe we're being plagued by religion still?
These christians aren't about to give up
It's the same countless fools, go on and on and on and on and
Closest thing to witches I've ever seen
Let's get out the gas and set 'em on fire!

Aw, teach me how to pray, good christian
If it works, you'll all be dead
We'll see the secret to salvation
For me, it's when you're dead, you're dead, you're dead!

I can't believe they're serious
Superstitious, spastic fools
They live for everlasting life
And ruin my life here on earth

They must be so intelligent
To know so much more than me
I wanna take the president, chop off his head
And mail it to them in a garbage bag

Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision

Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision
Hinkley had a vision