Слова:
Bad Religion No Substance B Sides

Blood is a river, flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots Of the tall shining city, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken

Yeah, they say there's a place free of trouble and care And you have to pass a test for to make it there It has something to do with the road that's straight

: Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocket And your pants will start on fire One bird in the hand, or two birds in the bush Neither do you

: Blood is a river, Flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots of the tall shining city Crazy flowing mantide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken

: I had a dream of Unity Where we would work side by side But today I see that it's only me Just trying to get by Sometimes we strive, undeterred

: A loose cannon on your shoulder You've got a strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich

: I see a white haired man, he's got a suit on hand He's telling people how they're supposed to live Nobody's listening to the politician No matter

A loose cannon on your shoulder You've got a strawberry on your hips And you've got some phantasmical images And you've got, you've got your rich

I am surely crazy Only an unrepentant pessimist whose thoughts should be detained But facts are sterile, not vulgar nor sublime And they're not religion