| Lyrics: | See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic
runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad religion, a cabal, that is all
that's left.
Hey Mr. Mind, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad religion, too good to take.
Indecision, it's not too
late.
Bad religion, bad religion.
Ay!
Don't you know the place you live's a piece
of shit?
Don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it?
Don't you know
responsibility is ours?
I don't care a think about eternal fires.
Listen this time, it's
more than a rhyme,
It's conjured up in lies.
Your indecision is your
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.
Note: This was the third and final recorded version of the theme song
(usually known as the slow version |
