Pagan Son

If I sing, I sing too loud
If I try, I’m much too proud
But I just can’t be still
I won’t back down
You’re preaching with a gun
And I’ll just have to be
Your pagan son

If I smile, I smile too much
When I talk, I’m out of touch
But I just can’t sit still
I won’t back down
You’re preaching with a gun
And I’ll just have to be
Your pagan son

You just wear that crown
And live with your frown
You can’t keep me down
So watch me turn around
Make your awful sound
Alone