The Ten Commandments - Strawbs

There’s a new religion

And it’s hot off the shelf

Where the congregation

Have to worship themselves

There’s no fire and brimstone

But there’s an inglenook

Where you can take communion

From a TV cook

There are Ten Commandments

And you can please yourself

If you keep or break them

You’re still condemned to Hell

If you’ve a dollar in the bank

And that will see you through

But if your neighbour has a dollar

Well then you’d better get two

We can’t negotiate a contract

A package to suit your claim

You’ll get no justice in that sense

'Cos nobody’s ever to blame

There’s a high priestess

She knows the spice of life

She’s only skin and bone

But she’s a football wife

They take an altar to the terrace

So we can name our saints

You’re given fifteen minutes

With karaoke brains

You’d better choose your friends

Very carefully

If they can help you network

Well they’re no use to me

Take what you want

Not what you need

We used to have that problem

Now they’re a dying breed