Testi:
Bad Religion Don T Pray On Me

love and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and I don't

and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and I don't remember

and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and I don't remember

muddle us Now life is so complex we let the small things trouble us And revolution ? Forget that for the one fact We don't have the arms to even try to

to hold court right here in the street Don't come at me with no b.s., homie, give me five feet I can't get no sleep, peace and quiet or rest I got ulcers

family fun, An' he's got some planned for you! (Now, tell me that ain't true) Give me that old time religion! Now, what if Jimbo's slightly gay, Will

? We all want money, drugs & bitches Anybody that doesn't rubs me suspicious I don't trust none of y'all I don't trust religion I don't trust the police

they end up inna PINE box or locked behind bars Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97 Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic Beef don't come with a radio

prayed for a son Life is crazy ain't it, sometimes I even think the same thing I've been waiting on freeing the ring hell but ain't a thang changed And