Despite the gospel-tinged chord progression and Billy Preston’s church-organ-esque inflections on the piano, John Lennon seems to go out of his way to alienate devotees of, well, everything with “God.” In the opening lines he defines God simply as the concept by which people measure pain, and then uses the rest of the song to blatantly state his disbelief in just about anything people might believe in: magic, I Ching, the Bible, tarot, Hitler, Jesus, Kennedy, Buddha, mantra, Gita, yoga, and of course, Elvis. And in case there were any Beatles-worshippers still hanging on to Lennon as their God, he shuts that down and solidifies the Yoko myth when he declares, “I don’t believe in Beatles / I just believe in me / Yoko and me.” While also one of Lennon’s most earnest, confessional compositions, “God” is a public renunciation of having faith in external things. The underlying message seemed to be, “Everyone, back the fuck off. John Lennon doesn’t need saving.”