I am a bold and Pagan soul

A travelin' through this land

I judge the world by my own lights

And I come by my own hand

And if you ask me how I've learned to live so recklessly

My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority

My mother was a spinner of tales

My father a dreaming man

And I have swung from the dragons tongue

And danced on holy land

I've sung the seeds out of the earth

And the birds down from the trees

My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority

Once I was found but now I'm gone

Away from the faithful fold

Where those who preach that holiness

Is to do what you are told

Though law and scripture, priests and prayers,

Have all instructed me

My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority

They tell me Jesus loves me

But I think he loves in vain

He must go unrequited

On me he has no claim

For the one who would command me must

Where the horns and let me be

My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority

Now while I breathe this glorious air

An outlaw I remain

My body will not be subdued

And I will not be saved

And if I cannot shout it loud

I'll sing it secretly

My skin, my bones, my heretic heart are my authority