Can’t you see what I live for
Crime of passion’s not my style
Long ago in the beginning
Man’s hunger to survive.

Beams come down like fire
Like a moth drawn to the flame
Still your heart’s desire
It’s like a never ending game

It can backfire, out of control
Strike you lucky, till you grow old.

Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion – put you
under a spell
Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion – no point in
wishing you well
Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion – gets you
under your skin
Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion – there’s no chance
that you can win
Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion

Conquered souls forever,
See the damage you have done
Feeling so uncertain
The tortures just begun.

It can backfire, out of control …

Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion …

For some an endless nightmare
For some a way to survive
For some a flower in blossom
A reason to stay alive.

It can backfire, out of control …

Love’s a bad, bad, bad religion …

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