Young girls get practice
Under the blackness
Outside the axis
Of Christian praxis
The sermon's malice
The silver chalice
Are not so sacred
As what is naked
You can't control it, no
Don't want to save my soul
Well come on
Let's rock and roll
It's my nature to take of what I see
Every creature knows the longing to be free
Deep in the city my father named me
With words so pretty my mother shamed me
Without much pity the teachers blamed me
But could not tame me
Above the steeple the owl looks down
At the holy people in their flowing gowns
As the censer waves the frankincense north and south
As the priest puts the bread in the people's mouths
Mother Nature must have made a man like me
Every creature knows to take of what it sees
Some want the preacher to show them what to be
But I look to nature and I'm longing to be free
Mother Nature is beautiful to me
Every creature knows to take of what it sees
Some want the preacher to show them what to be
But I'm made by nature and I'm longing to be free
Cause it's in my nature
It's my nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature
Mother Nature