on runnin' for three years too mutha fuckin' long And had to cope wit' everythang that went wrong I got the Lord in my life not 'cuz religion But the
There was a man who banged his head against a wall He banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall He left an honest life He left a broken wife He
the Unknown and a few tracks on compilations, the band finally broke up, Greg moved back home, and that appeared to be it for Bad Religion. Then, in
What's the deal? A lot of cats who buy records are straight broke But my language universal they be recitin my quotes While R&B singers hit bad notes
Yeah, word up Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'
this bad - since 1984 So let's dance What ya gonna do? I don't know for sure One thing that I know - I'm gonna dance 'til a quarter to four We're broke
obsession I'll build my own religion So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire Tempt me, teach me, feed me, heal me I feel like being bad
I can treat lungs black from bad decisions over another day of the same thing bad food, bad dreams, and Bad Religion. It's OK cause my way has only
tell you nothing A nuclear power, but a no finger pon de button A tin pan sound a just a waste up all Electric Well Zulu Di Bad Man come fi wreck it
Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope on pointlessness The bulls are sedated and this fight's fixed Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta
the Holy Land like God was alien Walk on the broken heart of your messiah If you can't forgive, you can't put out the fire You call this religion You
hole in my soul sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones excuse my religion
bad religion (Bad religion) From a broken nation (A broken nation) Its a contradiction And I cant take it any f***ing more Its a bad religion (bad religion, bad
and it might've gotten bad Another day and I might have betrayed Every scruple Another day and I could've gone mad Another day and it might've gotten bad
AZ: Yeah . . . Word up CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall
m straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
Phixion, if you ain't down wid us then you a victim We stay tight like killers up north a new religion The ghetto's hell filled wid bad luck and born