Tekster:
Bad Religion You Give Up

I attended the Punk Rock Academy. Chris Jensen's teaching science & he's still running mountain. We fired the guy from Bad Religion 'cause he Sold punk rock out & we'll give

R&B singers hit bad notes, we rock the boat of thought, that my man Louis' statements just provoked Caught up, in conversations of our personal worth Brought up

forever, on and on So it's not important where you live or where you're from We will stand together till we are all gone HEAVY METAL THAT'S OUR LAW GIVES

Give up, it's over Give up, it's over No time allowed to try something you like The bills were all due yesterday You've failed, you're through You'

mom crashed into a police car that one night Got her face smashed, back cracked She needed you bad, you left her bleeding in the gutter What do you got? What do you

, you can get it if you want it Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it You know my style (you like to play low) (you probably be going &

world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school? Know you a young single parent out strugglin', they think you a fool Give your kids bad

you so much. I love Slaughterhouse, I love Joey, Joell, Crooked. All you guys" Shut up "I don't like it when you talk." (What?) "Cause that just means you

m one of the illest in the seven continents Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the compliments You be fucked up by my Table of Contents, Bad Lieutanent You