Lirieke: Motorhead. March Or Die. Bad Religion.
Thou who wouldst make us devils, thou shalt not poison me
The world hath been persuaded to believe thy heresy
I spit in the eye of Satan and I will spit in thine
The devils that surround thee, liveth only in thine eye
Bad religion, bad religion
I need no gods or devils, I need no pagan rights
Bad religion, bad religion
I need no burning crosses to illuminate my nights
Hey, hey, you hear me now
You hear me now
Hey, hey, for thou art Judas
The mark of Cain be on thy brow
Evangelistic Nazis
You cannot frighten me
The name you take in vain
Shall judge you for eternity
I spit in the eye of Satan
Spit right in your eye too
You are the spooks you're chasing
You know not what you do
Bad religion, bad religion
I know you lie, I know you lie
Bad religion, bad religion
Thieves and liars cross my heart I hope you die
If there be such a being
Then thou art Anti-Christ
Turn men against their children
Turn beauty into vice
I say thy God shall smite thee
He will perceive thy lust
His wrath shall fall upon thee
Thou that betray his thrust
Bad religion, bad religion
I say that thou art liars, thy souls shall not be saved
Bad religion, bad religion
Here are the days of thunder, the days that thou hast made
Hey, hey
Base seducers, I see thy greed
Hey, hey
I am more fit for glory, than any ten of thee
The world hath been persuaded to believe thy heresy
I spit in the eye of Satan and I will spit in thine
The devils that surround thee, liveth only in thine eye
Bad religion, bad religion
I need no gods or devils, I need no pagan rights
Bad religion, bad religion
I need no burning crosses to illuminate my nights
Hey, hey, you hear me now
You hear me now
Hey, hey, for thou art Judas
The mark of Cain be on thy brow
Evangelistic Nazis
You cannot frighten me
The name you take in vain
Shall judge you for eternity
I spit in the eye of Satan
Spit right in your eye too
You are the spooks you're chasing
You know not what you do
Bad religion, bad religion
I know you lie, I know you lie
Bad religion, bad religion
Thieves and liars cross my heart I hope you die
If there be such a being
Then thou art Anti-Christ
Turn men against their children
Turn beauty into vice
I say thy God shall smite thee
He will perceive thy lust
His wrath shall fall upon thee
Thou that betray his thrust
Bad religion, bad religion
I say that thou art liars, thy souls shall not be saved
Bad religion, bad religion
Here are the days of thunder, the days that thou hast made
Hey, hey
Base seducers, I see thy greed
Hey, hey
I am more fit for glory, than any ten of thee
March Or Die
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