It begins at Aleister Crowley, makes a left at William Blake, and then gets a little strange.

Churches Burning
© Allison Lonsdale 2000
Live at Lestat's, Disc One, Track 9

We place no reliance on ghost or virgin
Our method is defiance, our aim is harder to define
We don't sell salvation and we don’t buy bullshit
We've got a map to the lost nation
But that's no guarantee of getting there
No guarantee of finding it
But we think it’s worth the trip

Our kingdom came -- we call it the world around us
There's power in a name, but power, too, in living life
We don't do pie-in-the-sky and we don't do perfection
We've got a broken compass
But the road to wisdom always starts with wrong directions, yes
The road to wisdom always starts with wrong directions
And we think it's worth the trip

        We don’t need daddy in the sky or baby-sitters wearing wings
        The human heart's enough to light up everything
        We don't need bells and steeples, we don't need books and keys
        We don't need joy and wonder labeled a disease

We're not afraid of the dark; we think it's an excellent education
The shadow teaches how to be a vessel for the light
It's the discovery of fire; it's the discovery of writing
And if this breaks us, it's those cracks that let the light in, yes
If this breaks us it's those cracks that let the light in
And we think it's worth the price

        We don’t need priests and prisons, we don't need ranks and rules
        We don't need shackles that we're told to wear like jewels

If it hurts like hell, we're still alive and learning
And we'll be dancing by the light of churches burning, yes
We'll be dancing by the light of churches burning

We place no reliance on ghost or virgin
Our method is defiance, our aim is harder to define