His dad was an atheist His mum was a catholic Kind of confused him, he was a religious dyslexic So he thought he'd find his own way Make his own connections Sat staring at the bingo hall for hours until he realised mecca was in the other direction Whilst he was sitting there he met a rasta Said smoke some of this son, it'll definately get you there faster (Coughs) He also tried voodoo He was told it would improve you But that didn't work out something about playing with dolls I am a dedicated follower, and I will follow ya I've got a lot of faith Yeah i'm tryna be a saint, but i've gotta find a way, till i'm summoned to a higher place He was a young, young disciple And every belief that he could believe in A young, young disciple Well he tried whatever He was a young, young disciple Whatever he tried he ended up believing A young, young disciple Well he tried whatever He liked reincarnation