You know Jesus the magician 
Statistician 
God bless your superstition 
Walked on water 
Turned it into wine 
Hated faggots 
Complained about them all the time 
The world is lousy with religion 
Of course yours is the true one 
Your faith can't make our decisions 
Aren't they our decisions 
Anyways? They're only words 
They can't draw blood 
Is that a dose of 
Jesus' love 
Left 'em bleeding 
You were screaming 
Razorblades 
Razorblades 
Your words are so sharp with hate 
Left 'em bleeding 
You were screaming 
Razorblades 
Who'd believe us 
Without statisticians 
Mounting death tolls 
God bless your superstition 
It there's no atheists 
In the trenches 
I think that maybe they came to their senses 
The world is lousy with religion 
Of course yours is a peaceful one 
Your faith can't make our decisions 
Aren't they our decisions 
Anyways? They're only words 
They can't draw blood 
Is that a dose of 
Jesus' love 
Left 'em bleeding 
You were screaming 
Razorblades 
Razorblades 
Your words are so sharp with hate 
Left 'em bleeding 
You were screaming 
Razorblades