A cigarette, a memory All connections to the permanent are burning The pedestal gets in the way And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny Oh, better than who we are
Перевод: Bad Religion. Кто мы.
revenge A cigarette, a memory All connections to the permanent are burning The pedestal gets in the way And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny Better than who we are
you) fellas what we gon do Take it to the grave [x8] [Verse 2:] She said she did what? with who she wrong If she know so much ask her what I had on True religion
*] We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow We can pass away, say goodbye to yesterday We can live today, but we're not promised tomorrow We
then we might as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we
, what we're living in? Let me tell ya It's a wonder that man can eat at all When things are big that should be small Who can tell what magic spells We
a pound Cut them up, dry them out, good display for the shelves Why can't we just leave them alone? Who is the animal? Who is that dangerous beast
Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes All the weeping mothers and those who are
...but We are just pretenders We are just pretenders, we're trying to break free We are just pretenders, we'll lose them easily We are just pretenders, trying to break free We are
mind Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines, Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes And the weeping mothers and those who are
Bad Religion - The Unknown Every day we profit so, Leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow. And for places we've not
kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven we kicking
can do what I do, can't have what I have, untouchable don't be mad If naughty girls need love too then I guess I'm bad Y'all are gonna feel like Chris
why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed Not live, we just excitin Cause the captors.. own the masters.. to what we
religions Muslims, Jews, and Christians would know that They are all God's children And there's only, one Him, plus ain't none of y'all confronted Him We
Soak up, soak up lots of pain, yeah If life is a reflecting pool then we are like a sponge, yeah Absorbing the good with the bad we soak up, soak it
