This Life

I had a dream last night You came on down And showed me the way And disappeared in a cloud I set on out to have a holiday And this ain't the time To come and show me the way You don't have the right I say You don't have the right of way And I can make my mind up I don't need your old ways Don't you intervene Move out the way It's my agnostic holiday Take your Christ and cross I've had enough with your tales Shut up with your stories Anyway Jews and Muslims Trans and gays They all have the right To live a life free of fear Of cosmic persecution This ain't the way I imagined this would go I would run the show And you would stay back home A life of enlightenment And laying cornerstones Together on the throne Never on our own If this is the way You are telling me it goes Then you can have it all And I will head on home If this is the life Of an angel Then oh no Cue the Mellotron And put it in song form Oh this life Without a shape or form Then you die alone This life Without a shape or form Then you die alone Oh this life Without a shape or form Then you die alone