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Bad Religon

shadow over me Like a bad religion - the only one I know I never had no shelter - never had a place to go A bad religion - my life is make-believe Bad

me, going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer

Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning and it was time to stand my ground and as the gawks and stares bombarded me you know, I didn't even hear a sound

This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances, so meaningless and vain, though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders

I hate my family, hate my school, speed limits and the golden rule. Hate people who aren't what they seem, more than anything else, American dream. American

I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes , inchoate

England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are All Fantastic Images they only

Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man, But she looks so kind and gentle, It just doesn't stand to reason, I saw her

What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in Won't absolve your deepest sin But action is no gift from