realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today As we blow ourselves away Tell me is there
Перевод: Bad Religion. Сколько достаточно?.
, His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill oneself? That quantity is known today, As we blow ourselves away Tell me is there anything
Much more bountiful wide, When will mankind finally come to realize, His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill oneself? That quantity is
she is the bear The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit My mom is all I have so it's never
enough We're all like flashlights, useless till you turn us on Sex and cigarettes are real, the apocalypse is fate Replace the T with a K Religion's a reminder that our past is
in my pocket everyone, that's a million 60 grand rubber band that's how i'm livin I got to much true religion like im ?????? im stocked up on niggas
From the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam And
I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you sleep And how much
from, it's just how you come correct my stacks will get rough to bake get phucked enough to my men like idie midie look in the membrane enough because
the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin', gettin' high, relaxin' Envisionin', ownin' shit, yo, it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough
enough. We're all like flashlights, Useless til you turn us on. Sex and cigarettes are real, the apocalypse Is Fate, replace the "t" with a "k". Religion's a reminder that our past is
From the inside out We can start by not lying so much And treating other people like dirt It's easy not to base our lives On how much we can scam
the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough
boy, I wanna hug all ya, I?m bad for you kids to listen to Soy is not the choice, I'm bad milk, drink it [Verse 9] My wrist is all red from the cutter
than ?? stacks in my pocket everyone, that's a million 60 grand rubber band that's how I'm livin I got to much true religion like I'm ?? I'm stocked up
