Highway to Herecy V2

[Intro – slow, gritty guitar + ominous choir] Blessed be the biker boots, blessed be the beer… Your holy water tastes like piss, but hell, I’ll drink it here! --- [Verse 1] Priests on TV, selling lies for cash, Building their kingdoms while the poor eat trash. Preachin’ about heaven, while drivin’ a Benz, A serpent in a collar — yeah, it never ends. --- [Pre-Chorus] They say repent, they say obey, But I see God’s just MIA. --- [Chorus – full power, biker swagger + symphonic blast] Ridin’ down the highway to heresy, Middle finger up to hypocrisy. Your altars burn, your prayers collide, I find my freedom on the wild side! --- [Verse 2] Mohammed, Jesus, Moses, Paul — All just names on a bathroom stall. Hymns and verses, smoke and fear, But the only truth’s a whiskey and a cheer! --- [Pre-Chorus] They say repent, they say obey, But I hear laughter all the way. --- [Chorus – harder, with symphonic strings screaming] Ridin’ down the highway to heresy, Middle finger up to hypocrisy. Your altars burn, your prayers collide, I find my freedom on the wild side! --- [Bridge – dark humor, sarcastic growl] Saints with credit cards, hallelujah sale! Blessed be the preacher boy who always makes bail. Holy wars for oil, amen to the greed, Your scriptures read like biker speed. --- [Chorus – final, huge, cinematic explosion] Ridin’ down the highway to heresy, Middle finger up to hypocrisy. No cross, no crown, no chains, no lies, My soul is free beneath the open skies! --- [Outro – guitars fade, choir mockingly whispers “Amen”] Amen… Amen… Yeah, right.