The worst belief retains its true believers:
There's no belief so bad it's not believed
By faithful flocks who follow their deceivers
And don't believe that they have been deceived.
There'll always be some profit-hungry crazy
Spouting some unconscionable stuff
To fleece the young or old, the dim or lazy,
Who make him rich though they don’t have enough.
It's not belief we need; we need no savior
To light fanatic fires in zealots' eyes;
It's human decency and good behavior
Instead of that hypocrisy, those lies,
That tell us to believe with all our might
That no one else but us could have it right.