Kill the hate, negotiate There will be a way There will be a way There will be a way There will be a way There will be a way
the wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right kill the hate, negotiate there will be a way there will be a way there will be a way
Fordítás: Bad Religion. Lesz egy út.
wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right kill the hate, negotiate there will be a way there will be a way there will be a way
spells We'll be doing for us? And I'm giving all my love to this world Only to be told I can't see, I can't breathe No more will we be And nothing'
like it moderate and some like a lot of it Whichever way I go we got somethin' to get you move up out of it Some will be statistics and some will be
on traditions, religion and it seems to be a bad case of intelllect. Laws and rules replace the ability to see and to act and to handle with respect. A
what you think's right and you will feel alright 'Cause when you're bad you will feel sad That's the religion I live by There's a bloke in the book who
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler) (from the album "InFormation", 1995) we live in a world where information comes on 24 hours a day and no-one' got a
Yo, what's happenin', man? Yo, they tryin' to come down on the ATL When we speak, they say we on a negative tip What's up? Now, I'ma kick a way out style
an impossible craving No way that it will be denied If I decided to make you my religion I think God would be kind So I made a wish on a million of
for nothin' 'Cuz we're finally free I'm so happy Meant I'd be spoiled rotten A fin here a fin there but receipts please For my feet I need, a new pair
a million religions everyone prays the same way" "Your praying is in vain It`ll all be over soon" "Father help me, save me a place by your side!" "There
Did you learn your lines today? well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from the writer, But there
knows the fact, no witness Poison gas Sacrifice Genocide Or suicide Holy Tenet Crazy Bad sect I'm alone feeling ill at ease, expecting the worst There is not a sound to be
have to say To what I have to say There's a time and a place, we hide behind An alternate face When the freak needs a nurse you comply With the
, forever so Doin out little italy to mexico Now who be the next to go Will it be sam, will it be fran, or will it be cisco Or strictly back to disco
