sweet little religion My sweet little religion, you mean everything to me My sweet little religion My sweet little religion, how does it feel? My sweet little religion My sweet little religion
much for you to ask me to grow My life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, alright Well they say all bad things come in threes
looks like the writing's on the wall But you've seen it before, it's another death pall So somebody's coming with the answer to the shit Well it's just bad
and misery In the history of mankind Sometimes it seems more like The blind leading the blind It brings upon us more A famine, death and war You know religion has A lot to answer
(Equipto) I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad the pain I'm feelin when living
' answer it knewin' you would Good thangs come to those dat wait Took a Los on church strait The nifty fifth what better place Fo' mo enemy to hide than behind religion
m straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
straight from the streets I'm action-oriented when I'm screamin KILL CORRUPT POLICE I read books, reap intelligence to compromise my bad looks I roam
why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is
the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it Was like, "i'm clueless, why? " The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible
the batter the bigger the fatter is whenever you figure this nigga is gettin his be real and don't kill my walk with your next thought and answer that
And groupies on their way to war Get to write the next film score But the rock and roll star knows His glory is really nothing Men of religion on the
other. And groupies, on their way to war, Get to write the next film score. But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing. Men of religion
him why we follow the law of the bluest eye He looked at me, he thought about it was like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer
me chorus And we make this new religion To escape what we've become Your signal's fading so let go And we make this new religion As the program
heart is your prison when there's no light to be seen that when you die with your dreams and loose your religion You're been looking for an answer you
stay The place is a mess, it's overcrowded, more are coming in everyday" I said, "Oh man, wait a minute there's gotta be something wrong I ain't a bad
flesh and bones The air Ia??ve never breathed, fragrance Ia??ve never smelled The pride I never had, the nationality that I never felt Saddam was bad,