lies and lies so worthless, Nothing ever changes, The charge of your emotion, Regardless of what happens. No more lies, No more lies, No more lies,
Translation: Bad Religion. No More Lies.
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
Amerikans And let's point 'em out, who's responsible for Vietnam And hold on, there's more, we had 2 World Wars And, how come the judges make more than
was just as bad when she got mad Was more than glad in lend a hand in helping him beat her Sinita used to wear the cloth of her religion Sinita used
to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's mine Display your indie but say no More or I'll blind you like
sweet little religion My sweet little religion, you mean everything to me My sweet little religion My sweet little religion, how does it feel? My sweet little religion My sweet little religion
Don't wind up like your old dad Still searching for them glory days he never had So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings The cash
speed it may be too late tomorrow so buy it now and you will never have sorrow the ultra-time has come but it is more like a bad dream when history's
what life is More pain and misery In the history of mankind Sometimes it seems more like The blind leading the blind It brings upon us more A famine, death and war You know religion
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
shoulda noticed by now Our behavior is dumb And if our chances Expect to improve It's gonna take a lot more Than tryin' to remove The other race Or the
an answer for the curious, Let's fake it all for the fame. They'll think delivering was easy, Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies Message from
want, to know, to love Just one more day, Just one more way So here I go.......I'm half the way to home..... Thanks to Keith (ss_bad_religion@hotmail
Talib Kweli] Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin' Middle Passages, I can't go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Just As Bad When She Got Mad Was More Than Glad In Lend A Hand In Helping Him Beat Her. Sinita Used To Wear The Cloth Of Her Religion, Senita Used To
A learning vessel of several Lessons to make me more cleverer My sweet little religion My sweet little religion you mean everything to me My sweet little religion My sweet little religion
