Reject the stuff you're taught Bored more than not So what? They've got a crutch It's nothing you could ever touch
Don't look Don't look onto your lawn There's a billboard built for God
You won't be saved if what you crave are god-fearing minds So you'll be a slave until the grave to terms the church defines If all you want is just your own set of rules Never nurse a guilty conscience for a bunch of foolsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
