Non Serviam

Already dead with a beer in a hand
Flying ahead through the circles of hell
I've made a decision - don't need a religion
I am in hell and I don't regret

Who tell us to hate?
Who making our fate?
Who starting a war
In name of itself?
Sons and their fathers
Are killing each other
In name of a God
Fuelled by fate

The priests are saying
You pray and you free
But there is a price you'll pay
It won't cure the sore
It won't stop the hunger
There is only
Blind slavery

My whole life
Was passing me by
I lived like I wanted
I died a free man
I looked in his eyes
He told me I'm drunk
I show him third finger
His name is a junk

Already dead with a beer in a hand
Flying ahead through the circles of hell
I've made a decision - don't need a religion
I am in hell and I don't regret

The priests are saying
You pray and you free
But there is a price you'll pay
It won't cure the sore
It won't stop the hunger
There is only
Blind slavery