He stands there on a chair
Trying to look you in the eye.
Giving you the religious scare
"Do you know where you'll go when you die?"
Trying my patience,
Telling me I can't quite hear
Demanding my repentance.
But I live without fear.
Try your scare tactics on another someone.
You know as much as I do about the after.
But you know he'll never be done,
Internally all I'll ever hear is laughter.