Make Believe

I was raised in Catholic school Taught to obey that one golden rule That is he who sits in the heaven above Deserves all your praise, devotion and your love Because he had a son who had died for our sins And with that sacrifice came a sense of contrition That we all seem to feel When we're down on our knees Looking up to God Hoping he'll answer all our needs But I tend to believe that it's all for naught And when the sun does set All our souls will rot Along with our flesh and our bones And our blood Will seep into the earth Reconnecting with the mud And I think to myself "What a beautiful lie," To waste being devout To what could all turn out to be a lie To be a lie Now I do not know But I have been told If you don't believe in Him Well, then the devil owns your soul But let us just examine what's below this land It's the story of a man With a pitchfork in his hand Could you honestly believe In such a tall, tall tale Something that sounds so make believe Just like the sailor and the wind Well, I guess that this song Has sealed my own fate Lucifer won't take me Ain't crossing through no pearly gates But if either one exists Well, that's fine by me I will gladly spend the afterlife Waiting in purgatory Purgatory...