Could you be my holy ghostnMy special bitches brewnOr are you just a phantom powernMy deck of cards will donBirds shit high and birds shit lownThat's just what birds will donBy the look of thingsnAnd the hymns you singnA cassock kiss got younnI never read the bible, the torah or korannDon't give me your disciplesnOr any of your plansnnDeserts come and deserts gonThat's just what they will donThere is no plan no guiding handnNo-one to wash our zoonChemistry, biologynHas pushed us pulled us throughnAnd precision's just coincidencenI disagree with younnI never read the bible, the torah or korannDon't give me your disciplesnI'll do the best I cannI never read the bible, the torah or korannDon't give me your disciplesnOr any of your plans