Matthew, Mark, John, and LukeThis is the day I've reckoned outMama looks too ill for truthWith a heart of sin, God will restNo need to apologizeFor the vengeance, it will come nowTruth is not always kindIt pays well to knowPeter and Paul, they did condemnThis is the day I've reckoned outWomen like the MagdaleneShe sent the slave, you love itNow you ask me if I agreeOur patronWhen the unrepentantShall run inIt pays well to knowShackle of birdsWe sing our songWe bite the woodWill you prayUnrepentantUngeredI'm gonna free myselfYour opinionI'm gonna heal myselfFrom your religionI'm gonna free myselfYour aggressionI'm gonna heal myselfFrom your religionI'm gonna heal myselfYou're a father of corporate greedThis is the day I've reckoned outYou absolve corporate thievesThey will think the Jew is kingAs our governments relentGuess who gives them a late timeAnd turn a blind eye to your sinsIt's no timeShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsShackle of birdsA CountdownJerあぁ DeeA Countdowna CountdownI'm gonna free myself from your opinionI'm gonna heal myself from your religionI'm gonna free myself from your aggressionI'm gonna heal myself from your religionShed your fursWe sing a song, we buy your worldWill you pray?Hurry, calm down, GeraldineI'm gonna free myself from your opinionI'm gonna heal myself from your religionI'm gonna free myself from your aggressionI'm gonna heal myself from your religionFrom your religionIf you find the vicar's wifeRunning through the rainOn her way from St. JamesTo Mary's in the fieldYou'll find she plays guitarSometimes with a bandBut she plays the bassLike a MessiahIf you find the vicar's wifeStaying in the fieldStaring out to seaPraying for one more soulWe lose one every weekThere she will light a flameAsking why they've goneWhat are we not giving?Giving to God?Giving to the youngYou'll find she plays guitarSometimes with a bandBut she plays the bassLike a MessiahIf you find the vicar's wifeRunning through the rainOn her way from St. JamesTo Mary's in the fieldOn her way from St. JamesTo Mary's in, Mary's in, in the fieldOn her way from St. JamesTo Mary's in the field