Bad religion, too good to take Indecision, it's not too late Bad religion, too good to take Indecision, it's not too late Bad religion, bad religion, bad religion
Übersetzung: Bad Religion. Bad Religion (Theme Song).
yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds
heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s
sound so slow...) The lineup was Greg Graffin (vocals), Greg Hetson (guitars), Tim Gallegos (bass), and Pete Finestone (drums). Sequence: Yesterday Frogger Bad Religion (Theme Song
them A righteous student came and asked me to reflect He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect I don't believe in self important folks who preach No Bad Religion song
to Xmas Flow like Maxi Pad, magic Alad it's just some crazy spark I always had I got sexists beggin me to make me breakfasts Ass in excess make them
glass Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song
the world, got three but two blink Rakaa aka Iriscience lenscrafters And blend with hash the self defense master Yeah, it's too bad we control fire, wind I know that you bad
I am saying? Hmm mm Callin' my thugs from the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto This song is dedicated to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto A message from coast to coast When them
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
' in there and makin' it happen The LBP, the world famous Juice Bros The field Marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd "I" Thanks out to Bad Religion
really need some church Them feel say through them go a church their sins Don't need forgiving, forgiving Them really gone from bad to worse with them
nothin' 'Cuz we're finally free My Grand be gone after a 103 years of blood sweat and pain And never complained The last words that the nurse heard was the song
Walkin the street, wonderin who they be lookin past Lookin gassed with them imported designer shades on Stars shine bright, but the light -- rarely stays on Same song
no hesitation involved, a nation dissolved, while we sit back waitin' to evolve. Those who'd trade they freedom for protection deserve neither. Fuck a name, fuck tradition, religion
a bad seed Dem fell amongst the stone and the thorn and get squeeze So nya man go rout out the bad weed [Incomprehensible] now dem see rasta nah bow