Music As Religion (Buy, Buy, Buy)

I took a walk, I did not talk. Listened for an age, smelt the burning sage The Irish country side, she advertised on those signs that sway claiming Jesus save An ecclesiastic Casanova, said you don't need Jesus but some other Jehovah Well alright, whatever gets you through the night, what you're selling I don't buy So, bye, bye, bye I'm a well-fed thoroughbred barbarian boy, from the pagan lands of the eternal winter So come on, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me Blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy So come on, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me Blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy, blasphemy I drank with a monk on a mountain top, shared a spliff with a nun in a parking lot Did a stint with the double bagging butcher, sober who's too proud to admit that he's ever being hungover. I danced off my demons, shed all my old skin Woke up on the floor of some neighbour's wedding And there, there, there, that's where I found the music. Ah ya can't bate the music, are you still at the music? I've been a slave to the music, I've obeyed the music I've prayed with the music, is it going to rise me up out of the grave, the music Let's make some music Music makes no demands Music gives no commands Music makes no demands Music gives no commands Music makes no demands Music gives no commands Music makes no demands Music gives no commands Music makes no demands Music gives no commands