The fundamentalist's argument

I hear you try talk sense to me

Saying "That thing cannot be

And if it is you cannot know

Your base of evidence's to low!"

But I stare blankly, listen not

Because in hell I know you'll rot

At all your words a sigh I heave:

You are correct, but I believe!

And if you say "But so do I!

Just something else!" I answer "Why?"

'cause arguments apply to you

But not to me; they never do.

It doesn't matter what you say;

It can't be true if you don't pray.

You can't be right, and never can;

You don't believe in Magic Man.