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Bad Religion Recipe For Hate

it Well, Hanson did it to Hester And Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn But he did it to South Vietnam For beauty and glory For

Everyone is a hypocrite Look to me, I'll save your soul Now somebody out there must be readin' my mail 'Cause everybody knows Follow me when you give up Work for

Suddenly It, it came to me A potent dosage of reality I saw myself In the broad daylight And it made me think about life I'm not the kinda guy Who nods

Now it's time to erase the story Of our bogus fate Our history as it's portrayed It's just a recipe for hate, a recipe for hate The spread of culture

are still here today, now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate, our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate.

: everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege, of the sane and competent, kerosene keeps me warm, I'm alone to watch it

: nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody

all around we've got the American Jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the American Jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for

his last friend has died, there's an infant clinging to his overweight mother as they go to shop for cigarettes, and she spends her last dollar for a bottle of vodka for