In the world of BET, I'm looked at as 'Too Rock 'N' Roll' In the world of MTV, my name is 'Too Gangsta' Man, Strange Music, we got this, baby, this year
Chorus I and I respect all religion I and I me pray to the almighty one Me give thanks and praise fe the righteous way But me can't follow...no me can
One Sunday morning I woke up with you on my mind Now I could be a little forward and do things to show you how I feel 'cause I knew later on I'd see you
I've been now saunterin' out and down a path sometime Come on, it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling' grins and signs and things Tellin
Desert messiah ain't nothing new We all know his kind Another self-appointed prophet With world domination on his puny mind Whispered scenes behind closed
Iba caminando por las calles emapapadas en olvido Iba por los parques con fantasmas y con angeles caidos Iba sin luz, iba sin sol, iba sin un sentido,
Evidence of a new religion I'll spare you the details Effluent from a bloated business With replica shirt sales Two for the kids, one for the wife Indicating
The village square stands quiet The curfew still enforced The streets are even clear of dogs and whores Like some evil bird of prey The scaffold spreads
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed when I die? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed when I die? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin
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Can't turn away, The only way is a river, And you know that it drowns, A wolf in disguise, I see you trough but you're running. Angel in disgrace, You
Well you ass killing bastard suck my arse Religions just as crass It's all a fuckin' farce A stray bullet kills an innocent child Nothing's gained
Can you stay here next to me? We'll just keep drivin' Because of you I see a light The Buick's a century, 73 like you Some strange religion I get my
I'm glad Jesus came, glory to His name. oh what a Friend is He He so freely gave, His own life to save. From bonds of sin set free. chorus And I've
[Sung by Kristofer Astrom, Fireside] Congregate your chimeras before its to late realize you make us suffocate. its your philosophy to antagonize your
Grab the hook, grab the line Grab the bait, grab the box and wait Tackle and shackle the topic the faculty has chosen Chosen by many, chosen by plenty
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die? Repeat Who's, gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin'
Now give me that old time religion give me that old time religion Give me that old time religion Lord it's good enough for me Makes me love everybody